Lord of Horns - Purveyour of the Black Book

Upon this hill on the eve of hallows
I stand to answer their ancient call
As they return I am here to follow
Reducing man to mindless thralls
Hours of studies and experiments
Researching data from tomes and scrolls
For countless years withdrawn I spent
Calculating cryptic goals
Stolen notes and unearthed secrets
From the corpses I have exhumed
Further confirms and accredits
Mankind's inevitable doom
Deciphered glyphs have proven true
The words of an Arab gone mad
Learning his fears and what pursued
Agents of the cosmic triad
With their salts I recreate the dead
Interrogating manipulating
Extracting answers and severing heads
Decapitating incinerating
Upon this hill on the eve of hallows
I summon the forgotten aeons
As the portal opens the tempest grows
Heralding the awakened ones
The time has come to observe their passage
Tidal torrents and thunder crashes
Immense forms under lightning flashes
Boundlessly immortal and massive
Rising from dark depths of the seas
From secluded underground tombs
From enchanted prisons freed
Inconceivable beings loom
I answered their calls and complied
Reciting phrases of the mad
I beckoned forth and they replied
Chanting incantations from the
Necronomicon

Written by:
Vincent Cichinski

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