Into The Courts Of Azathoth

Victorious through blood and battle
A terminal quest, kadath is in sight
City of gods, abandoned and bleak.

To the demonic sound of the brass, everhaunting presences proceed
In the absence of earth's gods - chaos and terror breeds
In dreadful walls and forgotten temples.

Disclosed be the name of Nyarlathotep
Revealed be the gift madness
The darkness that dwells in his eyes
Speaking in tongues, deceiver of man.

Space and time merging as one
Accompanied by membrane wings
Voraciously slicing the atmosphere
The Howls of the unknown resound.

Boundless levitation
In the weightlessness of cosmos
Timelessly struggling towards
The chambers of chaos.

In the dazzling hall of lunacy
Into the courts of azathoth.

Breeding lies, weaving discord
Dreaming death, a two-sided sword.

No refuge from the hideous truth
All answers lie hidden beyond the stars
To dream what is death in the end
All light is gone and dreams have to end.

In absolute chaos he's creating the loom
Azathoth weaves the cords of our doom.