His Shadow (Throneum)

never seen morning in ceremonial darkness and abhorrence we consecrate him in our hollow dreams dual discipline, to pray and seek archaic might pressure from the interior of earth blackness and darkness witnesses of this what passed away here where sun never rises where clouds are made of dust in the kingdom of rats in the temple of stench let his shadow fill our souls with signs of the might and absoluteness to crawl in cave of boiling sulfur and his glory to devour essence and all hope of beings