Azagthoth

In Death of Night

I See a Kaleidoscope of Deaths

It Rules the World

But Cannot Make It Better

All Destinies ’re in Its Hands

It Chews Your Life

It Belches Your Soul

But it’s the Master

Of Our Herd

But it’s the Master

Of Our Herd

Azagthoth

Nobody Knows Its Shape

Even Those Who Saw It

Have Gone Mad

It is Not Fated

To Realize Its Authority

To Understand Its Plans

To Penetrate Into Its Ideas

To Penetrate Into Its Ideas

Azagthoth

Open The Book of Dead

Look at the Bloody Letters

Become Its Food

Forever

Azagthoth