Every man is an island, an island of ignorance; it was not meant that we should voyage far. Islands of ignorance...
We are a mere horde of apes (bunch of simian f**s) and it was not meant that we should voyage far; our emptiness screams at the very stars
Under the rule of the Great Old Ones
Frosty from the interstellar void undescribable presences loom overhead; liberated mankind f**ing and k**ing in mirth
Under the rule of the Great Old Ones
Their titanic ma**es tip our planet's axis; cyclopean storms and monstrous waves come crashing
Under the rule of the Great Old Ones
At last tectonic convulsions mark the end of terrene life
Under the rule of the Great Old Ones