One million stars ago He fell,
Foreclosed in a chamber
Till Dawn's Razor falls deep and wide,
Inside our Mother's city under the sea.
From R'lyeh shall the prison walls ache,
At the time that the Heavens are as one.
Tis then that the Great Dreamer awakes,
And the mouth of Yog-Sothoth shall open once more.
[Dreams of life are virtues not taken astride,
For the only blood refined is that of angels and demons.
The cavities will in time be stretched open,
And fear will be bred under oath,
For dread is brought asunder
From within evil, caught alone.
Reality evanesces as the crease folds,
The duality of blind eyes.
The presence their tears hold
Is no more than a stranger left behind.
Feeble kin without control,
They are the voices that are never heard.
Death to their desire,
The end rides tonight,
For they witness the ascension;
While He bids Himself to rise
And His name shakes the Earth and Heavens.]
The cries of Babylon are martyrs in their selves,
And indeed the waves washing upon the shore
Are His every breath, bellow, and thought.
The stars above are clockwork,
Gears turning with every shimmer and shine,
And the hour hand shifting with the horizon
Until one day that the stars are right.
It is this time, this time,
That His call of judgment is answered
Inside a circle of sand and blood.