When The Stars Align

Masters of the universe
Visions are now clearer
Symbols of a curse
Waiting on the other side of the mirror
We get closer to their return
When the stars align
And we will burn
Like all our falses shrines.

The Great Old Ones will rise
The passing of time in their eyes
Crushing in pain
The men resisting in vain.

That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die
Tentacles feed off my dreams
And come dry up all life streams.

The Great Old Ones will rise
The passing of time in their eyes
Crushing in pain
The men resisting in vain.

Hastur, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep
Azathoth, Yog-Sothot, Cthulhu
Ithaqua, Cthugha, Dagon, lords of madness and emptiness.

Guardians of the gate of time
Came from nowhere and everywhere
Slayers of the sky, bringers of the grime
Bringers of despair
Making grow their army
Perverting the human nature
When space makes them free
On the Earth they will spread the impur.

Fallen souls stay trapped
Into the ground of Innsmouth the infamous
Under the influence of Obed
Ugliness returns at each birth
One last time
Before returning to reality
One last time
I travel into infinity.