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No one dared to speak

of the terrible danger,

the hideous ancient warnings

forged in the void of night.

He has risen up

out of the blackness, chaos.

The last of the prophets sinister,

a sickening monstrous sight.

Through the stifling heat,

underneath the pale green moon

I burned with a thirst to

seek things not yet seen.

Climbing endless stairs

leading to the choking room,

eager to explore his most

shocking mysteries.

Drifting beyond all time,

out of a churning sky.

Drawn to the beckoning light

of the dark eternal night.

Black forces rage in the vortex,

fighting waves of destruction.

Swallowing the echo of the universe.

I am the last born of

the blood of the pharaohs,

the ultimate God of a rotting

creation sent to unleash this curse.

Restless crowds draw near,

nameless hooded forms appear.

Amidst fallen ruins grotesque

creatures battle.

Shadowed on a screen

yellow evil faces leer.

Vacant monuments, corpses

of dead worlds left behind

Drifting beyond all time,

out of a churning sky.

Drawn to the beckoning light

of the dark eternal night.

Trapped in a hellish dream,

spinning past worlds unseen

and frightfully vanishing into

the dark eternal night.