Songtext von Within the Central Void

Beyond the black peaks of Kith and wastelands of old Beyond the hills of standing stones is a region of eternal dark and cold There is a man who lives there or so they say In a broken home by the ocean...lost in lunacy He's a priest to the one who sleeps...Blind Azathoth... Who dwells... Within the Central Void the slumbering miasma resting uneasily To the beat of cursed drums and alien melodies played upon flutes of bone this God sleeps within his throne... The madman will tell you "Our existence is HIS delusion... For so many years I have kept this place safe for you and me...and all of life For if HE wakes, creation ends Within the Central Void only he will remain Writhing, Gnashing, Dreaming Blind God of outermost blight Seething, Churning, Primeval Chaos We must sate his sleep, or endure this fate Beyond the wastlands of old There's a lunatic by the sea Insane from the truth he knows Guarding Reality!