Invertahate - Slugdge

A dark, defiling spectre from the wastes

Horrendous terror from the Tundras of Eurgh

His fringe encrusted with adamantine plates

A dripping maw of molten obsidian

The Grand Vizier to the Sultan of slime

Beholder of he whose face is the void

His name;

profane, the slug of revelation

his radula swallowing galaxies whole

Insane, derranged, personified negation

Drags infidels into the blackest of holes

Rhaexorog the lord of all protector of what lies beyond

the greatest of the chosen ones, anointed of the netherslugs

For us to see his glistening skin is to know true pain within the flames

ejected from his pneumastome, defender of the Mucus Throne.

For mortals cannot leave behind, their coils within this place confined

A paradise you’ll never know, for death is all the future holds

The Great Attractor of outer dark

Awaits beyond the light of the brightest stars

For an eternity his hunger grows

From spheres of chaos in the vast unknown

For war, for plague, famine and death

His tendrils stretched innumerable prongs

that rip and tear apart the fabric of worlds

depraved, his lust for annihilation

reduce star systems into ashes and dust

Voracious appetite for deconstruction

Fear the shaker of foundations

Harbinger of shadow show me the endless void

where all is sorrow when there is nought left to destroy.