Creating The Godform

Worlds of sardonic actuality impinging on vortices of febrile dreams,



Black tentacles and withered claws! Niggurath! Her name whispered among incantations. 



Blackened goat of the fevered woods, bearing a thousand young.



Constantly regurgitating creatures of monstrosity, to be reconsumed into miasmatic-form. 



Too bound by thee ancient whispers of Eibon!



She lurks abreast the old crone, eagerly awaiting rituals of sacrifice. 



Too shifting within lucid visions of ophidian animation. 



Unspeakably menacing and horrible.



Crawling back into the ether, from whence that ancient black mass is to be awakened. 



Relentless summoning of a thousand miasmatic-young.



Sacred babblings imbued by her blackened tongue!



By her blackened tongue!



Niggurath!



Her name whispered among incantations!



Blackened goat of the fevered woods!

A nebulous blur which grew more to resemble a bent old figure, was now of fiendish distinctness.



Like that of an ancient crone, bearing shapeless brown garments. 



Her swirling vapors hid everything!



An expression of hideous malevolence and inhuman exultation.



A nameless panic clutches,



Mocking with devilish gestures...



Beckoning and grimacing imperiously, the sardonic stare of that bent ancient figure in brown.



Hers are the eyes of one who sees beyond this realm! 



Inhabiting twilight abysses of the fourth dimension, fears mirrored further still within such ominous dreams! 



Twisted with insane fury, wrinkled was her face!



A croaking voice that persuades and threatens all!



Evil and sardonic was her stare, seemingly unmotivated!



Wrinkled was her face...



Morbidity tittered mockingly, as paralysis of fear stifles all attempts to cry out!

Hidden secrets from elder, forgotten aeons! 



Amidst the ancient pages of Eibon. 



The strangest and rarest of occult forbidden volumes, bearing knowledge far greater than our own! 



Mythical master sorcerer and bestower of knowledge. Creator of thee elder Black Book... 



Thine ancient secret spells transcending all dimensions, Able to cast among mortals thee elder dark ones. 



Mathematics of magical lore deciphered and transmitted down the ages from an ineffable antiquity.



The fats and juices boiled from the severed heads of 5 male infants at each corner on the table of offering/tonight I conduct the forgotten ritual of mnar/to destroy this wretched planet/daughters of azathoth come heap damnation.



Ancient bringer of chaos and plague! Eibon! 



Distorting greater dimensions upon whispers of thine ancient cyphers. 



Eibon! Enchanted Eibon! 



How rare thy whispered secrets!



(Ritual speech)

The gates have been opened, mortal dread ensues...



The crowning horror begins.



Reaching through worlds to summon an initiate to the nameless rites. 



The moaning of a veiled cosmic pulsing signals the arrival of thee blackened mass! 



Snatching every child that yet remain, yet to be drained,



Droning mindlessly until madness gives way! 



The witches Sabbath draws near,



Unveiling the hellish chants of celebrants in the distant black valley...



Present times distorted, shriveled, and decaying.



The bafflingly disordered echo of chants chiming monstrously through those ancient gates,



Ever yet filled with scornful laughter...



The crowning begins!



The congress of midnight hags, the greater coven of thirteen disband.



Allowing the elder three to roam this mortal plane.



Snatching every child that yet remain, yet to be drained and maimed,



Abruptly renewing local whispers of elder horrors. 



Punishing all that remain



Elder Three chant the banishment plea



Forcing souls into realms of monstrosity.



Present times distorted, shriveled, and decaying.



The bafflingly disordered echo of chants chiming monstrously through those ancient gates,



Ever yet filled with scornful laughter...



The crowning begins!



The congress of midnight hags, the greater coven of thirteen disband.



Allowing the elder three to roam this mortal plane.



Snatching every child that yet remain, yet to be drained and maimed,



Abruptly renewing local whispers of elder horrors. 



For as long as we stay 



We will bring the pain 



Heed the words from our masters



Unleash hell upon this plane!

Omnipotent!

An unexplained image!

Impervious to all forms of magic.

Brought forth by mystical Eibon, from realms between the known universe and boundaries of the fourth dimension.

What are these?

So withered in their attire...

A third being of even greater potency, thee primal evil too horrible for description.

Insidious blackened mass ever lingering, working itself so disastrously into your fucking dreams! 

Withered and wild in their attire! 

Omnipotent! 

An unexplained image...  x2

Spoken with a muted muttering...

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, I'll give ee' eyes if you'll see me your soul..."

Ever reaching in his voided mass,

He, frightful seeker...

He, unimaginable chaos!

So withered and wild in their attire, that look not like thee inhabitants o' the earth.

Shifting constantly alongside the old crones' ancient cackles! 

Impervious to all forms of magic...

The Black Mass! 

Life had become an insistent and almost unendurable cacophony, and there was that constant, terrifying impression - perhaps from regions beyond life - 

[ Laughter ]

trembling on the very brink of audibility.

Omnipotent!

An unexplained image!

Impervious to all forms of magic.

Brought forth by mystical Eibon, from realms between the known universe and boundaries of the fourth dimension.

What are these?

So withered in their attire...

A third being of even greater potency, thee primal evil too horrible for description.

Insidious blackened mass ever lingering, working itself so disastrously into your fucking dreams!

What are these malevolent visions trapped within the void, that's become me? 

Oh...

Disfigured dissonance creeping closer still!

Black hours before dawn haunt this mouldering structure, welcoming a horror - biding its time before descending to engross.

Childish cries heard near Hollowmass!

A strange, almost hypnotic effect - obscure and immemorial.

The darkness teemed with unexplained sound, with fainter noises suspected to be lurking behind them.

The subtle stirring of the black city outside...

Plunging through limitless abysses of inexplicably colored twilight and baffling disordered mechanical phenomenon.

Physical faculties somehow transmuted and obliquely projected!

A sudden twist of terror

They invoke thine presence! 

Mere puppets they, who come and go.

At bidding of vast formless things,

That shift into frightful dreams.

But see, amid the mimic rout, 

A crawling shape intrude!

The lumbering bulk of a treelike monster lurches out of the mist, 



its branches tentacles, its roots ending in hooves, 



and its trunk 



decorated with numerous drooling maws.



Nothing... 



but a mere whispered phantom.



Regurgitated to reassemble among the living.



Constructed to constrict,



Lurking in the temperate swamps.



Brought forth by thy Black tongue of Niggurath: Lord Of The Woods.



One of many ancient outer gods...



Puckered jaws of miasmic vapors!



Crawling toward the stone altar,



Towards the sacrifice...



To prowl these subarctic woodlands, searching...



Phantasmal entities...



Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods



Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods



A mere whispered phantom...



Veiled in the absence of light,



Which will implant in the emptied shells strange visions and horrifying certainties.



Legion of monstrosities,



Called upon to preside over this ceremony...



Deep in the woodlands, 



Madness manifested, at the darkest of that pale moon. x2



Regurgitated to reassemble among the living.



Constructed to constrict,



Lurking in the temperate swamps.



Brought forth by thy Black tongue of Niggurath: Lord Of The Woods.



One of many ancient outer gods...



Puckered jaws of miasmic vapors!



Crawling toward the stone altar,



Towards the sacrifice...



To prowl these subarctic woodlands, searching...



Phantasmal entities...



Collective phantasmagoria of escapeless toil! 



Myriad spawns! 



A great many phantasmagoric shadows!



Endless swarms! 



It ends with raping your fate...

Once, sealed within the Duat, destined to fight to the death...



Rebirth upon the equinox.



Finally awakened - Manifestation of chaos.



Bow before me!



The Dreaded One... 



I am The Prophecy,



Embodiment of chaos!



Your world was only temporary.



All you've built meant nothing.



Gaze directly at me,



Feel your limbs turn to stone...



Physically tormenting.



I am not one, I am many!



I am The Serpent In The Dark!



Fear of the Twelve Houses...



Abysmal omnipotence - set to possess!



I approach, upon the heels of this dying star!



Set to devour the last of the light!



Ample survivors to witness my triumph.



Ample survivors to witness my wrath! 



Enduring beneath 'The First Land'



Finally awoken.



Bow to me!



The Hated One... 



Serpentine manifestation.



Creation and order pain me...



Connsidering its presence art physically tormenting!



I shall coil beneath the desert sands, splintering reality!



I am the past and eminent future!



Multiplying and dividing...



I am not one, I am many!



Witness thy invulnerable form.



Multiplying and dividing



To navigate this,



Endless Sea of Chaos! 



Bree Bree Bree



Multiplying and dividing



To gloat eternally within this,



Endless Sea of Chaos!