Calls from Below - Sulphur Aeon

…A bleak cliff erects with the eldritch smile of aeons passed

Relinquishing the phallic shape of this uncanny house of ior

The sea spray below, unmercifully whipping those rocks

Resounding the rasping breath of a million drowning souls

With a scent reminiscent of human blood and bone

Stormclouds forwarding the eerily howling winds

To that symbol of forgiveness, that is towering

High above on the spire of that church

Deriding the pilgrim, tempting his sickly belief

A temple below this churchfloor

Where eternities were born

Non euclidian ruins

Sheltering the creators of this earth

Unending cycles of blasphemies from worlds forlorn

Luring and brooding ignition, awakening, twisted birth

Entering this cursed house of god

Walk upon the marble steps of elder lore

Chaos roams within these wall and rocks

Cosmic host abiding since the days of yore

Priests dwell in here, restless and crazed

Knowledge, madness, infinity to bear

Calls from below, imploring and clear

In darkness the portal will open down here

Calls from below…