Of Dementia

Drawing me far beyond the wall of sleep
 Tentacles fill my sleepy brain
 Diving indefinitely, going deep
 In a sidereal vacuum, his domain
 I fly over his worshippers
 In the swamps of the earth
 And in stellar temples
 Through abject sacrifices
 Through accursed voices
 They chant the repugnant verses
 You're the stranger in the dark
 The host of the abyss
 The sunken lord under the mark
 Of the apocalypse
 You're the true blood of the stars
 Of dementia, the fire
 Of the great fall, the scars
 The unholy martyr
 I feel the spray
 Of the sea on my face
 R'lyeh is reflected, green and gray
 On the infinite darkness of space
 In a vertiginous roar
 Master there you are
 The chaos, the cosmic disorder
 The sweet madness catches me
 Makes my soul free
 Free from the border
 You're the stranger in the dark
 The host of the abyss
 The sunken lord under the mark
 Of the apocalypse
 You're the true blood of the stars
 Of dementia, the fire
 Of the great fall, the scars
 The unholy martyr