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I Hath Dreamed Black and Grim, Desolate Visions |
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Of the Pre-Human Serpent Folk and Communed with Long-dead Reptiles. |
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Silently Watching Through the Ages in Cold, Curious Apathy. |
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The Unending Sorrows and Suffering of an Abysmal Humankind. |
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I Dare Not Again Surrender to the Deep Sleep Which Ever Beckons Me. |
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Lest I in Dread. |
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Shudder at the Nameless Things. |
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That May at this Very Moment. |
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Be Crawling and Lurking. |
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At the Slimy Edges of My Conciousness. |
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Slithering Forth from the Bowels of Their Infernal Pits. |
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Worshipping Their Ancient Stone Idols and Carving Their Own Detestable |
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Likenesses On Subterranean Obelisks of Blood-soaked Granite. |
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[Guitar solo] |
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I Await the Day When the Claws of Doom Shall Rise. |
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To Drag Down in Their Reeking Talons the Weary |
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and Hopeless Remnants of a Jaded, Decayed, War-despairing Mankind. |
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Of a Day When the Earth Shall Open Wide and the Black, |
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Bottomless, Yawning Abyss Engulfs the Arrogant Civilizations of Man. |
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Chthonic Retribution Shall Ascend. |
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Amidst Universal Pandemonium and Those Who Slither |
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and Crawl Shall Rise Again Once More to Inherit the Earth. |