In Screams and Flames - The Great Old Ones

In a gesture of despair

I free myself from my chains

Enjoying an inseparable glare

I get up, body feeling countless pains

I spill flaming torches

Thus igniting the inverted cross

I see the monks burn and scream on their knees

Pursued by the hounds of Tindalos

The smell of burned flesh invading my head

Screams mingle with grunts from outer space

Escaping Azatoth in bloodshed

I run again and again out of this cursed place

No light, no hope, the further I go, the more I despair

My hands flay on the wall, I see my grave in the cemetery

But then I see a glare, the glare of the sun, guiding me

Walking through the devastated streets

The lost soul, staring blank into space

The painting heart, trying to calm its beasts

I’m now indifferent to the fate of the human race

Because I see them, the deep ones

The army of the sea

Servants of the Black suns

They come for me

I sit down, and no longer try to flee

From now on, my life is in the sea

I sit down, and no longer try to flee

From now on, my life is in the sea