And he who walks the chasms of the abyss is more likely to fall.
As its cliffs are steep,
And its pits are deep!
From the most desolate place,
The omnious walls are calling.
The temple halls are screaming,..
The bell chimes,..
As they call forth!
The eternal blackness,
Home to their terrible father.
Swimming on the currents of blackness,
Feeding on the streams of unlight.
In the eye of the storm,
At the heart of darkness!
Rooted in the sea of blood,
Stand its infernal pillars.
Servants clinging to the throne of their long dead masters.
A circle of leeches with no host to feed on.
Entangled by the rotting corpses of their dead offspring.
Foaming at the mouth at the mere thought of self obtained purpose.