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In my dreams, sinking into cold depths |
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Dragged downwards the bottomless by the oppressive weight of water |
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Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss |
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I journey the expanse of R'lyeh |
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The listless chant, crippling my thoughts |
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Calling from below, echoing in the |
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Cyclopean Halls of green-veined stone |
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Loathsome in its redolence of spheres and dimensions... |
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Unearthly aesthetic in disturbing ways |
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With malicious intent the Sleepers lies |
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Undying in dormancy with the will to arise |
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And the stars are key, slowly turning in the lock |
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Grinding in awakening motion |
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In my dreams, sinking into cold depths |
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Heeding an ancient clarion unbeknown to me |
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Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss |
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Return to the ancient R'lyeh |
