Cypthor's Awakening

Devastation of almighty souls
Unholy withered bodies, screeching pain
Rotting giblets, lay worship
To the blasphemic effigy
Gnawed victims, release unforeseen holocaust
The awakening is certain
Forth it hath been writ
Come fourth wicked one, arise unhappy one
Shed your death and suffering among us
The ones that know nothing
Of your theriomorphic thoughts
Speak, O' Bastard Beast
Let us obey