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Art used is by Walter Brocca:
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Lyrics:

Azathoth! O Blind Dreamer, yawning 'neath starless yaw,
In thine unlighted burgh, where vile drums gnaw,
Supreme Lord and Creator of All Things foul-brewed,
Achamoth unkennel’d, in nether glooms immew’d.

Yon Chaos-Sultan’s piping thralls wind their baneful strain,
Mid thin monotone whine, flutes scream sans refrain;
In thy cavern’d bosom, O Nuclear Chaos vast,
Lie secrets unpenn’d by aeon’s scribes aghast.

Azathoth! Azathoth! Vach-Viraj, O lord and master supreme!
Daemon Sultan crown’d where voids and infinities convene.
O Abyssal Idiot, in the Gulf vast beyond all mortal keen.
All-knowing and mindless, through reality all-present and unseen.
Beyond all time and space and all dimensions and all the things between.
O Blind Dreamer, whose thoughtless thoughts make and unmake the dream.

O Blind Idiot God, that bubbleth beyond sphere’s rim,
Whose gnawing maketh mortals frail of mind and limb;
O King-of-All, The Deep Dark, thine pulse unquelled,
Primordial Demiurge, where sane thought’s felled.

O Cold One coiled in pitch of unsounded abyss,
Lord of All, whose burthen none may dismiss;
O Sleeping Chaos, muffled yet brimming with blight,
Let thy chthonic drums beat my reason from sight.

Azathoth! Azathoth! Vach-Viraj, O lord and master supreme!
Daemon Sultan crown’d where voids and infinities convene.
O Abyssal Idiot, in the Gulf vast beyond all mortal keen.
All-knowing and mindless, through reality all-present and unseen.
Beyond all time and space and all dimensions and all the things between.
O Blind Dreamer, whose thoughtless thoughts make and unmake the dream.

Hark—piping flute, thin yet unsealing the shroud,
Sickly ululation draping sanity’s proud;
In Achamoth’s nest, where chaos scaldeth the womb,
I crawl as an atom beneath thine gloom.

O Supreme Lord and Creator of All Things, speaketh no tongue,
Yet all tongues unspool where thy vile drums are sung;
Nuclear Chaos, crown me thy mindless drone,
In madness enthron’d, in reason dethroned.

O Vach-Viraj’s sibilant hiss bringeth my birth and bane,
Be Chaos-Sultan’s drumming my marrow’s chain;
Him in the Gulf, cold-cavern’d and dire,
Kindle in mortal breast thine abyssic fire.

Thou Lord of All, throneless yet enthrall’d in nil,
In thy nethermost court my skull drinketh its fill;
O Achamoth, The Deep Dark’s seething roar,
Be mine soul unwoven for evermore.

Azathoth! Azathoth! Vach-Viraj, O lord and master supreme!
Daemon Sultan crown’d where voids and infinities convene.
O Abyssal Idiot, in the Gulf vast beyond all mortal keen.
All-knowing and mindless, through reality all-present and unseen.
Beyond all time and space and all dimensions and all the things between.
O Blind Dreamer, whose thoughtless thoughts make and unmake the dream.

All-knowing and mindless, through reality all-present and unseen.
Beyond all time and space and all dimensions and all the things between.
O Blind Dreamer, whose thoughtless thoughts make and unmake the dream.

Hail Azathoth, Hail The Cold One, Hail Primordial Demiurge,
Hail Chaos-Sultan, where all sane thoughts are purged.
Blind Idiot God, in drumming beat of drums beat me numb—
Azathoth awaken, to thee I come to be reborn from thy womb.