Thou Shalt Not Speak His Name - The Scythe of Cosmic Chaos

Chaos, entropy
 Enlighting visions from the stars.
 Doom, corruption
 Trauma of this feeble globe.
 Shifting parallel dimensions,
 Minds drift afar...
 Sinister whispers
 Breath from beyond.
 Called throughout worlds
 By wisdom so old
 Entangled in fear
 Of what lurks
 Behind the veils.
 Chaos, entropy
 Enlighting visions from the stars.
 Doom, corruption
 Trauma of this feeble globe.
 Boundless force on black cosmic throne
 Blind, bereft of mind.
 Blasphemy abominate!
 Idiot divinity,
 Death and creation incarnate!
 Monotonous whining
 Of accursed flutes...
 Thou shalt not speak his name,
 Daemon sultan!
 He, who gnaws hungrily
 In lightless chambers...
 Seething palace
 Beyond time and space.
 Thou shalt not speak his name,
 Daemon sultan!
 Calculating the structures
 Of space and time.
 What rises into being
 Shell be unmade.
 Spheres shatter...
 Myriads of worlds undone...
 As his flute falls
 To silence eternally...
 It is he, who holdeth the Sceptre of Obliteration.
 It is he, who wieldeth the Scythe of Cosmic Chaos!