******* up souls and spitting out spells
from tentacles with lips at the tips that talk.
Belching out blasphemies from the birth of filth,
that causes the blood to boil from within.
One single eye to pierce the fear filled mind;
a glare that bores - gray matter hungry probe.
The color of wretched bile, with a similar scent.
An oozing beast that has haunted the aeons;
speaking through nightmares and whispering
a supply of chilly lies into the ears of brittle men.
Karzak Gordra on high
Dwell within the murky depths
of man's rotten mind
Swim to your meal, Karzak Gordra
Make home in the dark
and pass over the young
Karzak Gordra on high
Fear naught, filthy lad
Weep for me in days to come
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
******* up souls and spitting out spells
from tentacles with lips at the tips that talk.
Belching out blasphemies from the birth of filth,
that causes the blood to boil from within.
One single eye to pierce the fear filled mind;
a glare that bores - gray matter hungry probe.
The color of wretched bile, with a similar scent.
An oozing beast that has haunted the aeons;
speaking through nightmares and whispering
a supply of chilly lies into the ears of brittle men.
Karzak Gordra on high
Dwell within the murky depths
of man's rotten mind
Swim to your meal, Karzak Gordra
Make home in the dark
and pass over the young
Karzak Gordra on high
Fear naught, filthy lad
Weep for me in days to come
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