The Old Ones

Vortex of the deep
Below the earth
Waiting to be born
Aeons incubating
Inside writhing pods
Emerging potency
The ancient scriptures warn
Absorb, entwine
Come forth, cataclysmic sign

The Great Old Ones are rising again
Exist to fertilize, consumers of all life
And human beings shall remain enslaved
Forever bound in chains

Spawn of ancient beings
Old as time, old as the universe
Climbing from the depths
To invade our sphere
Impossible to halt
A hell on earth is here

Now, try to fight
Utterly defeated
As if hands were tied
The Old Ones are now free
They crush society
To the living
The lucky ones have died

Absorb, entwine
Come forth, cataclysmic sign

The Great Old Ones are rising again
Exist to fertilize, consumers of all life
And human beings shall remain enslaved
Forever bound in chains

Mankind subjugate
Used as pieces of meat
Their very essence drained
Torn apart for amusement
For tortuous art
Only hoping for a quick death
For life pitifully short