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IA! Nyarlathotep!

Only the flames of corpse tallow burning

illuminates the Temple of the Faceless God

Concealed from Sun and Moon and Stars

deep inside Earth's open scars

...and in corners shadows gather

to a tangible morass

They extend through Angles, poison tendrils

grim grip so firm and fast

The altar is the Pit and its exhalations

speak of rot and defunct life

A writhing shape rises up to our exaltations

and extends the envenomed knife...

"With this dagger will you slay the

World and further the reach of my

Hand; cast death on land and sea and

sand - slick my tongue with the blood of

Man..."

Thus we do his work

Rape, pillage, poison and murder

And in turn we learn

New ways of revelry, of sin, and slaughter!

Thus His Cult was formed,

a septic thorn in Creation's side

to fester, decay and deform

until the Gateway to the Other Side is gaping wide!

The altar is the Pit, Womb of Abomination

Birthing monstrosities and shades

The vehicles of Life and Light's extermination

Deadly as any bullet, bomb or blade

and it hungers for crimson libations

The liquor of perforated veins

It echoes psalms of the flesh and its mortification

Pronouncing Forbidden Names...

Call the Crawling Chaos - CALL HIM

Call the Crawling Chaos - CALL HIM

Call the Crawling Chaos...

The altar is the Pit and the Highest Below

His Majesty, the Black Sun of Night

Tender of the garden where nought can grow

The Blackest Black to taint the White

The altar is the Pit, depths that none can know

save in falling or Eternal Flight

Black Night calling, brightest sun appalling

Crawling Chaos clawing at the Light!

Call the Crawling Chaos,

Call the Crawling Chaos,

Call the Crawling Chaos,

Call the Crawling Chaos...