The Faith
The Cult of the Dead are strong tonight
Summoning Idummu to steal human lives
Cold winds blow across my face
Searching for the knowledge of the forgotten race
Trying to reclaim the Sumerian tongue
Dead Civilization of ancient Babylon
Worshipping with fire, dagger, and blood
Upon the barren temple a sacrifice to the Old Ones
Recite the lines of the madmen Abdul
Summon forth the magick from Great Cthulhu
The Hour of Tiamat is at hand
Her glorious presence spreads through my mind
The Book of the Black Earth
The Book of the Dead
the dreaded Necronomicon
Has surfaced once again
The Barrier is Broken
the Abyss yawns wide
Claiming the uninitiated
from every side
The Mighty Azag-thoth
hear the music between the spheres
Reborn flesh to spirit
I'm beyond life, death, and fear
Edit: Forgot to post some thoughts here. I wrote this back in the early 1990's. I had just found out about Lovecraft and the Necronomicon, (at the tender age of 14) and like many people, I was fascinated by the old gent's writing and when I found the Avon publishing copy of the Necronomicon in a Walden Books (yep, Walden, MFer's!) I was so intrigued I bought it on the spot. Here's the weirdest thing, as I showed my father the book I remember him saying it was a good book. I found that weird still to this day. The only book I recall ever seeing my father read for himself was Lee Iaocca's autobiography titled Iaocca: An Autobiography. Like I said, weird, right? Right.
Okay, there's another little peek into a slice of young, crazy life. Told you to be warned!
Stay tuned.
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