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Master of time, outsider god

Lurker at the threshold

Yog-Sothoth between the plains

Waits the stars are in harmony

Then the path has been created

Stars twinkle of a last burst

Yog-Sothoth ever darkens the sky

To feed himself off our puny life

Yog Sothoth knows where they walked

He knows where they'll walk again

Yog-Sothoth knows the door, he is the door

Yog-Sothoth is the guard and the key of the door

The past, the present & the future are one in Yog-Sothoth

While from my tower resound the last echoes of my call

You, whose life in lengthened

Opener of the path, I invoke you

I want the knowledge, so much lust

Peaceful is the spirit of mankind

Unable to find out the key

Madness & death wait behind the threshold

They come serene, between our spaces