The cornucopia of incarnation
Blindly, on and on it blunders
Nurtured through disease and stagnation
Then by decease is torn asunder
No more than an eldritch godhead’s toy
Since first it squirmed from barren rock
Under the eyes of the night
The watching Mi-Go
Spawned through gaseous ooze
In a young protostar's sickly glow
Spores took flight
As ethereal clouds diffused
Along filaments
Connecting planet embryos
The firmament
Primed now for life's slow thunder
Oblivious, the eons pass
The void has severed the baryon oases
Where the spores amass
To sentient primordial slime
Deep inside, the fungi hide
Nudging young procaryotes from their stasis
A black molasse
Patiently biding its time
Shades of Shub-Niggurath
Eating death
Forever spurring life
Shades of Shub-Niggurath
Anatomy flowing free
From rotting sludge
A symphony of flesh shall rise
From the debris of perished life forms
Mycelium weaves a hive that storms unseen
Devouring worlds
Mother of all
Arcane abyss that bears the gods
And all that crawls, grows and dies
Under the sun
Till it comes undone
For I am Thanatheros
Slaves of Shub-Niggurath
Feeding death forever
And dreaming life
Slaves of Shub-Niggurath
Infinitely in reverie
Of the womb that bore them
They cannot see
Cruelty or mercy?
Engraved on Charon’s tortured crust
The sigils around the universe resound:
Ia! Shub-Niggurath!
Ia! Shub-Niggurath!
Praise the Source
Ia! Shub-Niggurath!
From Pluto's tholin wastes
Atra! Shub-Niggurath!
To Venus' blistering hells
Ia! Shub-Niggurath!
No life without you
Atra! Shub-Niggurath!
Outside the inane flash
Of myriad birth chasing death
My kingdom reigns supreme
Dead, putrid eyes
Fetid rotting limbs
Discarded shells
Bones and cells
All absorbed
Into my flesh hovering in the skies
All returns
To my ageless, timeless dream