Alien Starwinds from Necrocosmic Ceremony by Dig me no grave

In an hour of twilight glooms, when the star winds pour
The dead leaves rush in a strange, twist dance of decay.
From chimney powered by outer space smoke whirling round with alien grace
Insane geometries melting, under Fomalhaut gaze



Inspiration from beyond, moonstruck poets know
Fungi from Yuggoth and flowers of Nithon.
Dream of wind will sweep away and memories will fade
But alien flash will creep in parched and sore deep.

Alien starwinds, unfathomable obsession.

His flesh was never been away, but spirit loved to race
In a distant alien place and back at dawn of day.
Once he awaked as older man, and nothing looked to him as same
False, phantom trifles of some vaster plan.

• Cthulhu
• Death Metal
• Metal
• Old School Death Metal
• lovecraft
• Vologda