Every man is an island, an island of ignorance; it was not meant that we should voyage far. islands of ignorance...
We are a mere horde of apes (bunch of simian fucks) and it was not meant that we should voyage far; our emptiness screams at the very stars.
Under the rule of the great old ones
Frosty from the interstellar void undescribable presences loom overhead; liberated mankind fucking and killing in mirth.
Under the rule of the great old ones
Their titanic masses tip our planet's axis; cyclopean storms and monstrous waves come crashing.
Under the rule of the great old ones
At last tectonic convulsions mark the end of terrene life.
