Dreams of the Nuclear Chaos - The Great Old Ones

The nighted throne, at the center of the universe

Disgusting dancers reciting a cursed verse

Spreading a swarm of innumerable red camellias

In the dreams of the Nuclear Chaos

Fallen into the trap of the creeping death

Smelling on me his mortuary and viscous breath

The abject sound of deafening and vile drums

Lead me in an ocean of spasms

The black sun

The Daemon-Sultan

Cradle of creation

The dying stars' guide

The glorified

In the dark vortex

He protects

The infamous codex

Dreaming of new dimensions

Of the advent of his sons

O black sun

O Daemon-Sultan

In front of these cosmic horrors

A spectacle of celestial craters

Expelling on me their astral whirlers

Desperate, I jump from the great bird

I open my eyes on my room and can’t say a word

Haunted forever by the dreams of

The Nuclear Chaos