I Hath Dreamed Black and Grim, Desolate Visions Of the Pre-Human Serpent Folk and Communed with Long-dead Reptiles. Silently Watching Through the Ages in Cold, Curious Apathy. The Unending Sorrows and Suffering of an Abysmal Humankind.
I Dare Not Again Surrender to the Deep Sleep Which Ever Beckons Me. Lest I in Dread. Shudder at the Nameless Things. That May at this Very Moment. Be Crawling and Lurking. At the Slimy Edges of My Conciousness. Slithering Forth from the Bowels of Their Infernal Pits. Worshipping Their Ancient Stone Idols and Carving Their Own Detestable Likenesses On Subterranean Obelisks of Blood-soaked Granite.
I Await the Day When the Claws of Doom Shall Rise. To Drag Down in Their Reeking Talons the Weary and Hopeless Remnants of a Jaded, Decayed, War-despairing Mankind. Of a Day When the Earth Shall Open Wide and the Black, Bottomless, Yawning Abyss Engulfs the Arrogant Civilizations of Man. Chthonic Retribution Shall Ascend. Amidst Universal Pandemonium and Those Who Slither and Crawl Shall Rise Again Once More to Inherit the Earth.