Black Sun

In the overhanging darkness which is filling

Tortured senses hear the army of dusk it

Keeps on waiting the mark tattooed on the

Foul breast pulsing slowly in the silence

Piercing through the air reigning an age

Of violence the sun turns black tentacles

Of demise charging in the form of a hellish

Pharaoh beyond the walls of sleep travel

Of the unknown kadath beware now coming

From an unseen place unknown to us here

Comes the crawling chaos it's approaching

With no face the all seeing eye held no

More by the cosmos from the universal grave

Where azatoth planning for our final demise

It's not dead which can eternal lie yet with

Strange aeons even death may die