Anti God (Ripping Corpse)

Deeper, deeper in the woods they're found Chanting, chanting Cthulu cometh now Sacrifice, sacrifice, give it flesh they sing Calling, calling the lord blasphemy The old one, great old one It is nightmare itself Waiting in slumber Deep in the earth it dwells Steaming, oozing stench of one thousand graves Sleeping, dreaming in the corpse city of Ry'leh Cthulu, dread Cthulu It darkens the sun The ancient, the anti god Lord of the unholy ones Howling, baying like animals in heat Living dying by the master's decree Teaching it's vulgarities even as they sleep Awaiting the chaos when the master leaves the deep Deeper, deeper in the woods they're found Chanting, chanting Cthulu cometh now Sacrifice, sacrifice, give it flesh they sing Calling, calling the lordly blasphemy Hear them calling blasphemy