The Spectral Burrows - Slugdge

Lost in a churning mindless fulmination

Devoid of a reason or explanation

A chorus of voices become a roaring cacophony

Assaulting our senses as they sleep

Putrid beings within, no better, or worse

Each one scrambling for a ladder

Death becomes us, that which we adore

Long lost innocence

In these slime-ridden Kingdoms where we wallow

Free from the pity, disgust and sorrow

Far from where light can pierce

Drowned by the fetid bog

Beyond the graces of your god

Sink in, inhale the ichor

Why not assume your true form?

Join with us this is our blessing

Unified as one forever

Biologically entwined

Together until the end time

Hideous depravity lurks beneath the mask of civility

Look to your heathen master for his coming

We shall obey him and speak of nothing

Mentor of pain and suffering

The spawn of the sentient ooze

Soon you will drown within him too

Sink in, inhale the ichor

Why not assume your true form?

Join with us this is our blessing

Unified as one forever

Biologically entwined

Together until the end time

In the name of the Greatfather, worship him and no other

Bestow upon us the sigil, arise from your silent ritual