Blind Idiot God Testo

The green spawn of the universe
Shall awake to claim his own
Regurgitated from his tomb
Now finally free to roam

Praise the three-lobed burnig eye
Ascend from below through the gates
Ever the praises of mighty Tsatthoggua
And Him-who-can't-be-named

A kind of force
That doesn't belong
in our part of space

A twisted truth
That is all wrong
And can never be a fake

If heaven is mercyful
The sight I saw
Will some day efface

And if there is a god
In the heavens above
Let me live my last days in peace ...
... of mind

Blind Idiot God