The true gods of the desert are dark and bloody
Remember my words as they lurk unseen
Shunning the light of Ra
Before you die you’ll know the real gods
They of unchecked power
Insidious, who drink of our souls yet remain unseen
Emboldened by dusk
Shunning the light of Ra
Shunning the light of Ra
We remain unaware
For they are ever murmuring
Lulling our minds
With insistent whispers
Which we do not hear
We do not see
As they slither amongst us
Taking from us that which do not understand
The true gods of the desert
Who hail from forgotten worlds
Across inhuman gulfs
Of the vast infinite depths of blackness
Who were born on frozen planets encircling cold black suns
Brooding beyond the light
Beyond the light of any stars
Before you die you’ll come realize
The mind shattering truth
Of the unnameable ones to whose reality grants no earthly likeness
Whose blackness moves from shadow to shadow
Shifting shape and form in the absence of light
Emboldened by dusk
Shunning the light of Ra