Calls from Below

A bleak cliff erects with the eldritch smile of aeons passed
 Relinquishing the phallic shape of this uncanny house of ior
 The sea spray below, unmercifully whipping those rocks
 Resounding the rasping breath of a million drowning souls
 With a scent reminiscent of human blood and bone
 Stormclouds forwarding the eerily howling winds
 To that symbol of forgiveness, that is towering
 High above on the spire of that church
 Deriding the pilgrim, tempting his sickly belief
 A temple below this churchfloor
 Where eternities were born
 Non euclidian ruins
 Sheltering the creators of this earth
 Unending cycles of blasphemies from worlds forlorn
 Luring and brooding ignition, awakening, twisted birth
 Entering this cursed house of god
 Walk upon the marble steps of elder lore
 Chaos roams within these wall and rocks
 Cosmic host abiding since the days of yore
 Priests dwell in here, restless and crazed
 Knowledge, madness, infinity to bear
 Calls from below, imploring and clear
 In darkness the portal will open down here
 Calls from below