Lovecraftian Drone

by Abysmal Growls Of Despair

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Lovecraft songs.

Some parts of lyrics came from Lovecraft, other parts from me.

Album art by chris cold :
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released September 5, 2014

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Track Name: Cthulhu
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn"
Track Name: The Great Old Ones
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

For the depths
For the old ones

hunt the flesh
and craft the skins

For the depths
For the old ones

offer up the flesh
and feed the old ones

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
Track Name: Shub-Niggurath
Mist over the land
shadow between the trees
witches around the stone
invocations in the air
the deep night moves
over the stars

"Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath!
Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young! "
Track Name: Azathoth
Outside the ordered universe
is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion
which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity;
the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth,
whose name no lips dare speak aloud,
and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable,
unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled,
maddening beating of vile drums
and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.
Track Name: Yog-Sothoth
Witches' god, the congeries of iridescent globes,
yet stupendous in its malign suggestiveness.
The All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless being.
Track Name: Nyarlathotep
"And at the last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands

Soon from the sea a noxious birth began ;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play,
The idiot Chaos blew Earths dust away."

H.P. Lovecraft