Alba s touto skladbou:
Ancient Wars,
Hail to the R'lyeh dominance sleeping
beneath the Pacific waves of salt.
Master of the Great Old Ones
resting patiently for the days
of global territorial reclamation,
fulfilling the legacies of all the world's
forbidden manuscripts.
One day he will come
as the Armageddon Angel leaving
in his wake the sunken ancient continent
and the black city's towers
pointing towards his birthplace Vhoorl;
the Cthulhi spawn flying out
with the monsoon winds spreading their terror
over the lands of man,
slaughtering all which lacks the divine blood.
Telepathically, I link into the cryogenic
glacial substance beneath the planets
floating salt and descend into the being's hostile dreamland,
the Chorazin outskirts,
where I am considered
an interim temporal
occupant with exceptional
privileges and unmatched skills.
Beings except me as their master obeying their creator,
but descended from another branch of gods;
admiring me with a sharpened edge
of jealousy. Cults follow my path,
while others burst down in litany.
I am their alien messiah, hated and adored.
Ashen gravel whirls around under my feet,
as I fly myself towards the liquid pantheon,
centered in the forbidden sector
of the extensive Cthulhu id.
A transparent shape,
pulsating at the rhythm of the synapse,
rises in the land where dawn
and dusk are one.
My followers have stopped
along the way,
afraid of the destruction
that awaits them in this region.
But my soul has reached
the temple and my hands
have touched the membrane
of the sphere.
And I step in. The Chorazinworld now
savagely distorted, by the treacly substance
that eddied around my skin,
but never touched it.
I know where I am, though it's all unknown to me.
I know now what to do, and I render the awakening.
In praise of Cthulu, the gatekeeper is here!
And I cut the astral cord,
embedded in the awakening God,
and rose above the surface
of the dark Pacific Ocean.
R'lyeh has returned!
