Summoning the Serpents

A gathering of wicked zealots to see he who spoke of the arcane, a faceless black god deep in dream
The mirror into reveries plagued the minds of those he let see
Realm of vacuity
Sightless vortex of the unseen

Summoning the serpents, gods of fantasy
Crawling chaos in an endless dream
To doom all who speak blasphemy
Ruling all of humanity

Rules as a spider rules it's web
Spinning the fabric of just turmoil
The gods have pledged their obedience to he of a thousand forms

Horrors lie in the black abyss between the placid stars
An eldritch dance to the rhythm of flame where time slowly writhes
The detestable pounding of the mighty gods
The blind, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep