Disaster

falls from the sky

the old masters

lords of cruelty

the ancient race

is come again

enter the palace

of immortal pain

god of the dark woods

you prowl through dreams

speaking in forked tongues

inhuman screams

ignorant armies

your praises sing

hidden in dark robes

your festering

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If you’ve never gargled the word “festering!!!” in your best horror-goth voice into a microphone hooked up to a guitar amp, I warmly recommend the experience. You can hear my best efforts at sounding sinister over at the Spiral Jacobs MySpace page…