in his house at r lyeh dead cthulhu waits dreaming fog rises from the blackest of depths filled with dreams of leviathan s caves and all that lies therein fragments spread throughout the world of man so he will never forget what has been the cliff s edge is the end of the earth listen to the songs of the sea is it possible to climb to the top of the world can one s mind accept what dwells atop remnants from a time since long lost consciousness manifested through abominations abominations of the abyss calling forth the holocaust the rift in what we call reality will grow until there s no more room for us mankind hear the songs of the ancient gods lurkers in the dark invocations of the elders ia cthulhu that which is not dead just sleeps dreaming in the depths sunken cities since long gone but not to be forever buried that is not dead which can eternal lie yet with strange aeons even death may die 
['grisly death metal', 'swedish death metal']