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The Absurdist
04:26
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Like Sisyphus, the grand monarch of lies
deciever of gods, thus punished
Mankind, will always strive
to find a greater purpouse
Perusing black seas of uncertainties
in a fruitless search for knowledge
A hopeless struggle
to no avail
The absurdist, keeps searching all in vain
for a meaning he can not ascertain
The absurdist, keeps searching but for what
All of his efforts were all for naught
With an inquisitive mind and a pile of tomes
A madenning stare into the void
under the light of dying candles
In pursuit of knowledge just out of our reach
Perusing black seas of uncertainties
in a fruitless search for knowledge
A hopeless struggle
to no avail
The absurdist, keeps searching all in vain
for a meaning he can not ascertain
The absurdist, keeps searching but for what
All of his efforts were all for naught
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Tzeentch
03:41
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I see the threads of timelines
coiling through the realms of fate
They all intersect like tangled cords
Eternity unfolds before my eyes
He who weaves the threads of fate
scheming through all of eternity
Pulling strings that are strewn across
his web of casualties that spans the stars
Swirling mists of plotting intrigue
Like potential choices all in flux
A twisted aether corrupted to the core
touched by his boundless will
Hear the whispers of the true chaotic avatar
he is the lord of change
He who weaves the threads of fate
scheming through all of eternity
Pulling strings that are strewn across
his web of casualties that spans the stars
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Page 751
05:42
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Born in dunwich and meant for a great purpouse
spreading fifteen years of terror
On his dying bed the father said
Find the chant on page seven, five, one
N'ga, n'gha'ghaa, bugg-shoggog, y'hah: Yog-sothoth, Yog-sothoth
On the floor at miskatonic university
The more human twin perished
The other ventured through the woods, to climb the hill
Proclaimed the chant on the altar
N'ga, n'gha'ghaa, bugg-shoggog, y'hah: Yog-sothoth, Yog-sothoth
He is the key, he is the gate. Past, present, future, Yog-Sothoth
His cries were heard, and answers were given
Three arkham men ascended the hill
This stygian abomination,
will be undone by our spell
He is the key, he is the gate. Past, present, future, Yog-Sothoth
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