Nightfall of our fate.
One day, when the stars are right,
nightmare gods destroy the gate,
plunging life into an endless night.
When their sunken tomb ascends,
breaks the surface of the sea,
then the rule of mankind ends,
blotted out from history.
Cryptic words on d**h and sleep
speak of him of ancient race
within boundaries that keep
him, the spawn of nameless space.
Trapped in primal mystery
hindered by the liquid gate,
clawing at our sanity
lies the dead one still in wait.
Waking to ascend,
he will blast our faculties.
More than we can comprehend
dormant lies beneath the murky seas.
Our sciolistic isle
shall be sunken in the black
seas of the opaque and vile
knowledge gained when they come back.
He, the dreaming stellar beast,
imprisoned on the ocean floor,
in the end will released,
rising far from any shore.
Trapped in primal mystery
hindered by the liquid gate,
clawing at our sanity
lies the dead one still in wait.