Inured to erosions of time and of rot,
I have journeyed and waited and sought.
I have wandered through crypt and illusion,
With remains of the lesser trampled under my feet.
I have been given the horror of premonition,
To know of inescapable, cosmic defeat.
I have waited with unwavering patience,
Through the glacial movements of time.
I have seen malignant constellations
With hidden purpose, crawling the vault, sublime.
I have searched in graves lying yawning,
Breathing abominations into the gloom,
To find the begetter of a tenebrous dawning,
Inanimate, still, in some sepulchral womb.
Into the ominous gateways of dreaming,
In search of the spirit of primeval might.
Drawn by a curious, unnamable gleaming,
Born from the sleep of a sentient blight.
Out of the depths came a cold exhalation,
A twisted, enticing and summoning call,
Enticing with visions of annihilation.
I'll revel in witnessing everything fall.
I have felt the irruption of blazes
As new worlds have sprung out of nought.
I have seen when extinction embraces
All of them, in time, without thought.
I have persevered with patience unfailing,
Haunting the shadowy relict structures beneath.
Hardened to the absonous iblis wailing.
I have swam through the fathomless ocean of teeth.
Out of deep
Chasms of the night.
I have watched,
But not with my own sight.
Tendrils of visions invaded
My spirit and drove me to find
The sight that in me never faded,
That harrowed and smoldered my mind.
I have found the eater of civilizations,
Buried, but gazing with my eyes.
Hegemon, hear my reverent adulations.
My longing for delirium and demise.
Out of deep
Chasms of the night.
I have watched,
But not with my own sight.
Into the ominous gateways of dreaming,
In search of the spirit of primeval might.
Drawn by a curious, unnamable gleaming,
Born from the sleep of a sentient blight.
Out of the depths came a cold exhalation,
A twisted, enticing and summoning call,
Enticing with visions of annihilation.
I'll revel in witnessing everything fall.
Into the ominous gateways of dreaming,
In search of the spirit of primeval might.
Drawn by a curious, unnamable gleaming,
Born from the sleep of a sentient night.
Out of the depths came a cold exhalation,
A twisted, enticing and summoning call,
Enticing with visions of annihilation.
I'll revel in witnessing everything fall.
Outside the ruins I'm waiting,
And countless ages have passed.
The quelling of light is elating,
As the catafalque opens at last.