Woorden: White Flag. Third Strike. Watcher Of The Skies.

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Hands are strapped, my legs are bound
Face is pressed against the ground
Hear the sounds within the Earth
It?s breeding time and hell gives birth
Evil from beyond all time
Reclaiming what it left behind
Eyes of onyx burn and crack
Descending from the darkness veiled in black

Cthulu calling

Anger in its empty soul
An evil thrust out of control
A monolith of ancient crimes
Something savage, see the signs
Awakened from his ancient sleep
Cthulu calling from the deep
Calling me, this nightmare spawn
Holding back the golden rays of dawn

Cthulu calling

Madness at a mountain?s peak
Sky dissolves with burning heat
Space collapses in his path
I beckon him, I call his wrath
Sun goes down and then goes out
I face the hellion and I shout
Waves his claws, destroying light
Cthulu, now I offer you my life

Cthulu calling