Neonomicon III - Katalepsy

From the lands beyond day and night

From distant realms and forgotten empires

From the graves where there is no place for the breath of life

From a source that has no name

These mysteries are

The ancient one

Dwells in the dream

reatures that were spawned by nightmare

Whisper about them

And demons grovel around

In humiliating horror

Not knowing pain and compassion

Unbounded by morals and flesh

Blood-stained and sated

They slowly drown in the void

Human servants drenched in blood

Wriggles and slides in the slime at their feet

Their grim offerings

Own hearts filled with dread

As claws scraping steel

As a disease eating bones

Their terrible voices whisper in their heads

On the language which is known by only the dead

The madman and the unborn by the womb of Earth

From distant realms

From the grave

From a source that has no name

These mysteries are