Beyond batrachian bulwarks, before the black gates The great one lies dormant, forever he waits Descend upon the cavern of the gods of sloth A tidal wave of blackened froth, beneath the permafrost Trapped in worlds of chaos long lost Bathing in our fear His festering hordes ama** upon the spire of ick To break the will of human kind, condemn them to the pit Hunter of the shadow follow him into the deep Cursed fiends infiltrate your dreams Psychic screams from the world beneath Sweat and tears saturating your pain As the unholy father drains the blood from your veins Blighted king, low upon the mucus throne, underground