The Blight At The End

Decimate spurious idols
Screaming in demise
Apocryphal apocalypse
Lords of the deep arise

From within the chasm
Crawling from the gorge
Arising out of darkness
The fires of evil forged

All-seeing eyes left unsighted
No Rubicons to now transcend
Aimlessly groping through darkness
The blight at the end

Tunnel vision dwindles
Perception fades to grey
Afterimage of what was lost
To ocular decay

All-seeing eyes left unsighted
No Rubicons to now transcend
Aimlessly groping through darkness
The blight at the end

In your shattered sanity, Old Ones arise!
The planet bathes in death
In reversal of life’s light
No strength within the dark
Covert forces bleak foresight
Mesmeric chants of supplication

Leaves forlorn slaves enrapt
Open wide the Old One’s gate
Human minds are snapped
Minds attuned to worship
Now kneel in slavery
Doctrines of the Great Old Ones
The rituals of R’lyeh