The Ancient and the Vile

They wouldn't understand even if they looked

Into the mouth of madness

They wouldn't comprehend

How small they are

Nothing would be different

Even if they understood

Darkness that surrounds is far greater

Than it ever could be

Lifeless – yet moving through ancient paths

Purpose – to fulfill this being with pain

Enslaver – of all creatures small and great

Releasing – only those pure in mind

The blind shall follow and obey

Slaving through night and through the day

Kingdoms taken away from man

Incineration guided by deaths hand

It loathes all good and clean

It spreads the flies and disease

The unworthy creatures it hates

They wouldn't understand even if they stood

Before the ancient and the vile

They wouldn't comprehend

How small they are

Before the ancient and the vile

They wouldn't understand even if they looked

Into the mouth of madness

They wouldn't comprehend

The mouth of madness

Feeding – on the flesh on dying gods

Sinking – mankinds hope is sinking now

Strenghtening – those strong in mind

Anti-human – slowly reaching it's goal

They hold tight to their beliefs and symbols

Choking by the chain around their necks

A stolen idea kept as something of their own

Lies upon lies to keep the crowds satisfied

Nothing on nothing does not make sense

The ancient and the vile are the ones

To break this uillusion

They wouldn't understand even if they stood

Before the ancient and the vile

They wouldn't comprehend

How small they are

Before the ancient and the vile

They wouldn't understand even if they looked

Into the mouth of madness

They wouldn't comprehend

The mouth of madness

Demand a life without slavery

Our deaths will be remembered

Deny the manmade deities

Our will carries us on

Expand all your knowing

Our strength is not in numbers

Gather all your knowledge

This will be our strenght

They hold tight to their beliefs and symbols

Choking by the chain around their necks

A stolen idea kept as something of their own

Lies upon lies to keep the crowds satisfied

Nothing on nothing does not make sense

The ancient and the vile are the ones

To break this uillusion