Horned Depravities… consecrate this mad distortion. The natural laws avert their eyes as we partake of the loathsome membrane that is reality. Ready to be peeled back to reveal new and greater horrors.
Necromantic slithering Pagan-folk, hear me as I say that this ritual chamber, this Lovecraftian grotto is beyond constraints of space and time. We Cthulhu Cultists make our own way in life – disturbing the vast, bleak oceans of the ultimate.
Dread Cthulhu, hear my call…!
The Satanic Doctrine of the Old Ones, hear my call…!
All-pervasive Evil of Hellish and Nonsensical Gulphs peering outward in fungoid illumination, hear my call…!
Humanity may be as sand, but some remain the black sand that answers to no one. Our Drowned Lord, we ask for nothing less than the Destruction of Reality! The structure and substance of our world is dying by our hand, gloved in Deathless Nightmare.
You have sent these visions to your servants – half remembered cities weird in angle and mesmerizing in ambition. The dark croaking of your demon dreams gives us pause before the Crimson Throne of Satanis, as well as, His Octopoidal Eminence.
Tis a delicious time, my Master.
Let all tremble before a new Age of Cthulhu!
Let the pulsating stars drip their foul ichor before a new Age of Cthulhu!
Let the unclean, incongruous minds of his worshipers kneel in supplication before a new Age of Cthulhu!
Now the hallucination masque has fallen. The truth of our non-existence is apparent.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn
In His R’lyeh tomb, Cthulhu lurks below the waves of consciousness, preparing to awake, corrupting us with his barbarous, throbbing vibrations. We are the pioneers of the strange. To sleep, perchance to worship…
I am the slimy guardian thristing for blood, madness, and power. I am His name writhing as midnight tentacles. I, Venger Satanis, AM the High Priest of the CULT OF CTHULHU…!
Our malevolent God is the alien form of humanity’s unspeakable soul. A great chasm in space, the gateway to infernal dimensions, is now open. We are the key, the sleepers who must become the Accuser!
A Dark Current infects our universe. By all the degenerate, shambling Fiends of the Pit, it is our Will to alter the way of things. Bringing a new aeon of shadowy emerald drippings. Mindful of entities older than time… our Brothers.
Hail Cthulhu, Unknown Usurper whose bilious taint bathes us in annihilation.
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