The Toxic Salts

Maledictions spoken aloud from the slime-ridden scriptures
 pages of abject text which eyes cannot decipher
 strange visions appear in the poisonous fire
 Payments paid in the blood of batrachian slaves cast into seering vats
 Arise, luminous beings of vapour
 now thralls in the servitude of the betrayer
 Kneeling in murky waters, the soul now clean
 Baptised and reborn; his blood runs green
 Sanity fades and reality melts away, before the gates of our lord
 Tendrils emerge from an ocean of darkness, dragging his soul into the void
 Take the ichor, the bitter taste of corruption
 exist as an abomination
 Until the death of the universe
 A god amongst men all alone in his head
 The same, yet alien, alone in the end, the king of the dead, the god amongst men
 Elation marred by the realisation
 Immortality has become a curse
 a god desires nothing
 for divinity is hell in the minds of the living
 Once more into the breach; gazing deep beyond the tides of oblivion
 where the fundaments dance to the tune of gargantuan tenebrous gods
 Crystalline sprites now forming before him
 attemping to show him the mind of Mollusca
 all spectrums of light visible in the scrying
 confounded by new found perspectives on dying.