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Beyond the aeons of the stars the twisted gods dwell
They hunger for flesh and never-ending wars
One day they shall make the universe a raging hell
The feast on souls and leave the mind a mass of scars
In the darkness of the heart they fester and curse us all
In the centre of the mind they breed thoughts of chaos
With threats of pain and thoughts of pleasure we heed their call
Their speech is foul, their deeds are heinous
Inside, they rot and feed like maggots on sanity
Outside, they devour stars and defile planets
They make us writhe in horror’s pain and agony
The pain, stabbing into you mind like a thousand lancets
Inside your heart and your mind the twisted gods dwell
They have made your life a raging hell

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