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Yog-Sothoth sits upon the throne, shrouded in the cloak of chaos
Peircing screams of demonic demise inverting every fucking cross
Hellâs armies at war, amongst themselves the battle stokes the fires
The eldritch race cares nothing for these plebian gods unholy desires
Amongst the throes of the whirlwind hellfire satanic powers manifest
Swords of bone and axes of steel lay lesser demons to rest
Soldiers deplete, numbers thinning, the elder gods do not impugn
Every soul, dragged down to hell will be slaved into the hellish platoon
Youâve been warned before
The ancient tome brings war
The battle rages ever on
Hail Necronomicon
Yog Sothoth, uncaring god, who froths through the primal slime
The generals of the underworld will do battle for all time
Youâve been warned before
The ancient tome brings war
The battle rages ever on
Hail Necronomicon
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- Necronomic Warfare