The true gods of the desert are dark and bloody Remember my words as they lurk unseen Shunning the light of Ra
Before you die you'll know the real gods They of unchecked power Insidious, who drink of our souls yet remain unseen
Emboldened by dusk Shunning the light of Ra Shunning the light of Ra
We remain unaware For they are ever murmuring Lulling our minds With insistent whispers Which we do not hear We do not see As they slither amongst us Taking from us that which do not understand
The true gods of the desert Who hail from forgotten worlds Across inhuman gulfs Of the vast infinite depths of blackness
Who were born on frozen planets encircling cold black suns Brooding beyond the light Beyond the light of any stars Before you die you'll come realize
The mind shattering truth Of the unnameable ones to whose reality grants no earthly likeness Whose blackness moves from shadow to shadow Shifting shape and form in the absence of light
