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- - - CRIMSON TIDE - - -
Far from the shore there's a great beast stirring
His slumber disturbed by a million cries
The trenches tremble across the ocean
Harrowing the skies when daylight truly dies
A doom foretold
In scribes untold
Cthulhu waits not yet dead but dreaming
Of a smorgasbord of human tissues
To feast on delicate delicacies
Awash in slime and blood, primordial drool
A doom unfolds
That bards foretold
Deathspawn, Hellbound
From a time of turbulent waters
Comes a scene of visceral slaughter
On a crimson tide
Old God, Awake
Lost in time and the whiff of incense
Comes a scene of dementia laments
On a crimson tide
The chorus of pounding drums
Penetrate the inky black
A chanting growing louder
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu, fltagn!
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu, fltagn!"
The great beast awakens!
"Cold was my tomb
Briny and dark
But I have heard your cries
In the abyss
I have come
To destroy the world
Of man and false icons!"
Old God, Awake
Lost in time and the whiff of incense
Comes a scene of dementia laments
On a crimson tide
Deathspawn, Hellbound
From a time of turbulent waters
Comes a scene of visceral slaughter
On a crimson tide
(c) 2016 Frank Green
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