A dark, defiling spectre from the wastes Horrendous terror from the Tundras of Eurgh His fringe encrusted with adamantine plates A dripping maw of molten obsidian The Grand Vizier to the Sultan of slime Beholder of he whose face is the void His name; profane, the slug of revelation His radula swallowing galaxies whole Insane, derranged, personified negation Drags infidels into the blackest of holes Rhaexorog the lord of all protector of what lies beyond The greatest of the chosen ones, anointed of the netherslugs For us to see his glistening skin is to know true pain within the flames Ejected from his pneumastome, defender of the Mucus Throne. For mortals cannot leave behind, their coils within this place confined A paradise you'll never know, for death is all the future holds The Great Attractor of outer dark Awaits beyond the light of the brightest stars For an eternity his hunger grows From spheres of chaos in the vast unknown For war, for plague, famine and death His tendrils stretched innumerable prongs That rip and tear apart the fabric of worlds Depraved, his lust for annihilation Reduce star systems into ashes and dust Voracious appetite for deconstruction Fear the shaker of foundations Harbinger of shadow show me the endless void Where all is sorrow when there is nought left to destroy.