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Old ones, razored ones

Devourers, vicious, cold and ravenous

Steel jawed, blood athirst, harbingers of chaos

Gloomed souls casting spells from forbidden scrolls

Set in trance and through the sleeping minds of men

Hounds trace the dreams and tear bone from flesh

Besieged the neophyte and extinguish one by one

Old ones, razored ones

Sadist, hunt the eons, through curve space and unabated

ill, natured, enshrouded evil and phantasmal

Hounds that strike out of sight

Razor wolves that strike out of night

Torches set a fire yet failed to dispel

They draw breath from the begotten

Nothing can long stand the hounds of Tindalos

Claw and gnaw at souls not at rest

Putresense, progenies of foulness

Old ones, razored ones

The novice, diviner of pathless sorcery, they hunt

They prowl, the cosmic shores, hidden, in shadows

They hunt, they hunt, they hunt, they hunt