1. THE CURSE OF THE UNBORNLIKE GOD

Under a city as many others
A conjunction point lies
An evil being, unborn god
Possesses the people's mind
Aborted from its darkened womb
Expelled from its reality
Its quest to find a place to rule
To unleash its demented mind
As it comes, shapes of things
Starts to assume a stranger form
The spiral curse, twist reality
To conform it to its will
Human slaves start to obey
They will build its throne
Time is frozen, sanity gone
As everything becomes a spiral
A horrid geometry, non euclidic
The perfect cradle to its birth
As it ascends, slaves starts to pray
Cutting their flesh as a sacrifice
Blood is flowing in a spiral path
Their bodies are twisting too
A ruby sky, filled with cries
The abortlike god has come
Wicked, malformed, yet to complete
This pitiful creature of power
Cannot control, the blasphemic overflow
The entire city crumbles
People's mind, irremediably rot
They will bind their torned bodies
Twisted death, is what awaits
Who has fallen, under this unborn curse
A god adrift the endless realms
Nor alive or dead, only in pain
The idiotic search for a place to born
Has led its fetus to an earthly tomb


2. HALLS OF THE FORMLESS UNRAVELER

Locked inside a place
Drifting between the realms
A crypt of ancient times
The vault of an abstract being
Morbid atmosphere
Cursed and obscene
Corpses to store
Time to conserve
Compulsive collection
Through death he recur
Anguish and horror
Tribulation
The pain of time rotting away
Pale dimming light
Heavy dusty air
Cadavers hold in place
On massive marmoreal altars
Their eyes so long gone
But yet they are staring
Denied, unto these halls
Shades, of countless pasts
To know, whom has done
An act, so unspeakable
Being, incomprehensible
Ethereal, a dreamlike state
Unworldly, without a shape formless
Yet existing
The chambers of time
Realm of a wandering mind
A wanderer in a dark place
Where secrets are unraveled
From their mystery
With death
As a key
To a terrifying question
That this creature
Yet
Has to answer


3. ABSYNT VISIONS CONCEIVE UNSPEAKABLE BEINGS

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4. DARK WOMB OF OUTERN CREATION

Forbidding
Nightmares
Gloomy reflections
Unnatural thoughts
Driven in your mind
Spoken
In eldritch tongue
Composing
A figure
From shadows embracing your body
With so many arms
Whispers in slumber
Screams when awake
The twisted recall
To an outside womb
Summoning
The distorted entity
Through colors
A canvas
Taking the shape
Revealing
A place of rotted
Worship
There
The strange fate
Will be met?


5. INNER GATEWAYS TO THE SLUMBERING EQUILIBRIUM AT THE CENTER OF COSMOS

Leaden
Visions
Cosmic, profoundness
Meanings
A journey in doubt
Wandering mind
To understand
Means to connect
Your inner self
With entities
Out of the time
And out of our reach
So far that the mind
Their nature, cannot grasp
Interiorize
A truth that is vile
Cruel and desolating
A desperate behold
Once you have known
Once you can see
Speak to the gods
Dancing, madly
The balance of the outern equilibrium
The key to the unspeakable
What cannot be seen or heard
In its true form or colors
Abandon the foul nature
Of the human will
Be all with the void
Inexorable
Forces
With a power
Uncomprehensible
We're alone
And pitiful
Against the
Outern gods
Our sense of power
Our race so pride
Just pettiness
Compared to the deep
Core of the cosmos
Where his, throne lies
If you accept
Your nothingness
Then you will hear
The song of his sleeps
But if your mind
Is far too dull
Then he will come
Nyarlathotep
Awaken him
Awaken
Azathot