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what was spawned in the depth below
in the ink black dark where your nightmares dwell
a starborn fiend of twisted design
towering, malevolent, ungodly monstrosity
with perverted anatomy like a squid given human form

we heeded not moonspun ramblings that foretold of what was to come
with the rise of the old ones what hope can we have to preserve our way of life

terrifying vistas of reality, conjured up in our fevered dreams
revealing the entrance to the risen city that would seal our doom

we are a mere transient in the eons of their lives
the psychotic call from below held a message for us all:

hail, the ending of the world

we heeded not moon-spun ramblings that foretold of what was to come
with the rise of the old ones what hope can we have to preserve our way of life
the cyclopian city shook beneath its steps as it walked out into the light
a hideous monster birthed beyond the stars
come to bare our doom to us all

we live on a placid island of ignorance
in the midst of black infinity
and we should not voyage far

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from Who Knows If You'll Survive, released December 21, 2012
Rob Melville
Solo by Ben Crutchfield

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