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Fungi from Yuggoth
04:57
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From the unknown and abhorrent depth
Of outer space
On the edge of the solar system came
The ancient race
On the planet of Yuggoth they built
Their unholy towns
And they're going to visit our Earth
And take us down
Ugly creatures of abnormal gods
From the abyss
Slip through the ether of the dark space
To shine in bliss
To the glory of the Great Old Ones
They're coming here
Their only goal is to make real
Our greatest fears
They look like crustaceans or insects
With tiny wings
Thinking fungi, skillfully disguised
As human beings
Now they're hiding in the forest hills
But they are near
And they make an awful buzz and screams
That we can hear
Miserable souls who heard this sound
Forever disappears and never will be found
But sometimes in the night we all can hear
How stranger's mouths with their voices speak
Beware of the invisible
monstrous races
That hides in the empty hills
and shady places
Or your brain will wake up
without flesh
Floating with evil fungi
in the dark dead space
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Beneath the Graves
04:37
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When the last ray of the sun goes out
I hear the voice within my dreams
It guides me almost every night
Into the place I've never been
Beneath these graves there's only dust
And nothing more than pain and hatred
But I can feel a vicious lust
Beyond the mask of something sacred
I hear the songs of cursed tombs
And whisperings of crooked trees
I feel that I am not alone
And something out there is watching me
It calls me from the ugly depths
Of my obscure and pointless mind
It calls me every fucking day
And every night
I'm not a human anymore
I hear devouring songs of darkness
I've reached the point of no return
I'm trapped inside my shameful madness
And when my final day will come
I will be there, beneath the graves
With all my ancestors, the spawn
Of the unholy cosmic race
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The Music of Erich Zann
04:25
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The silent and gray-haired musician sits
In front of the small window open wide
He holds an old and creepy violin
And hysterically plays into the night
These frightening sounds crush the ears
But melody is desperately beautiful
He stares into the void through the flow of tears
And patiently awaits the end of his crucible
A tired and trembling hand holds a bow
Gives birth to a host of charming passages
But they all lost in a stream of frightful moans
That can cause any person psychic damages
These horrifying screams grow outside
In the abyss that hides behind that window
There are no cities, there is no street light
There is pure evil in the obscure limbo
There is the Path of silent ancient Gods
And only this ecstatic music holds them still
Beyond time where boundless daemon sultan Azathoth
In his eternal madness swirls and shrills
And week after week a dumb old man sits there,
Tormenting a wretched violin in his room
He is condemned to be not interrupted for a day
Or he will face unbearable and devastating doom
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My house is made of mold and dust
And slaves forgot there a crucifixion
The walls are full of cracks
Within my mindless contradiction
I'm like an idle brainless ghost
My tiny soul is hypocritical
But in the night I hear that voice
Awaken me, a moaning prisoner
There is no doubt, my wrath is power
I know, it helps me to be tough
It grows in me like an evil flower
Without hatred you begin to rot
My house is strong, and mold has vanished
The walls have finished jumping up and down
The crucifixion has burned and perished
Your god is laughing like a filthy clown
I hear the songs of charming fate
Its fabulous tunes are so real
The more I know, the more I hate
Your beautiful and morbid dreams
Synthesis of cultures, fashion and style
Vanity fair licks from your holy grail
Religious dead body rots on past laws
Filled with revenge of defective clones
Colorful masks of intentional cheer
Junkyard of minds, kingdom of fear
Zombies are working, zombies are breeding,
Zombies about the best grave are dreaming.
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Shoggoth Russia
After a decade of silence, the true Shoggoth is back and ready to guide you into the depths of Endless Darkened Ocean. A new full-length is coming soon...
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Reissue of the first Shoggoth's tape
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