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he the deep dark,

And the cold one,

Blind and foolish,

Omniscient,

He comes from outside

of our reality,

The beast beyond,

all knowledge and comprehension

Beyond time and space,

Outside of order,

behind the chambers of non-reality,

Dwells this ancient,

and unfathomed,

Lord of all thing,

Mindless chaos,

Outside of the ordered space,

Exists a fiend of nethermost confusion,

The boundless daemon,

Sultan Azathoth,

Who's name no lips dare speak,

Aloud,

With maddening beating of drums,

And monotonous whine of flutes,

He is concealed in his great slumber,

As he creates so does he destroy,

He is the father of gods and monsters,

The sleeping fool, who spawned all horror,

He the monster,

Feared by monsters,

If confronted,

Speak his true name,

The primal horror,

Too horrible for description,

Encircled by,

His horde of mindless and twisted dancers

Outside of the ordered space,

Exists a fiend of nethermost confusion,

The boundless daemon,

Sultan Azathoth,

Who's name no lips dare speak,

Aloud,

With maddening beating of drums,

And monotonous whine of flutes