Obscured by falling moon
ghoul-haunted black catacombs
prowl in ashen deserts
As the sands stir uneasy
with the cold of abysmal winds
Howling from nether-gulfs
and from the onyx monuments
of subterranean unholy caverns

Nighted winds of prehuman times
still burdened with eerie
voices of antediluvian aeons
Horrid ululations, echoes of
precambrian dawn

Discordant keening
without meaning or rhyme
Indescribable howl
of the tunes to
which dance the
formless idiot gods

Vast majestic sidereal
fabric of universe
resounds to the clarion
Echoes of creation
Echoes of before
the beginning of time
From before the throne
of Nuclear Chaos

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