🐙 Cthulhic Church

"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger... and more evil."

In the hallowed halls of Cthulhu's shrine,
The mighty young beast with muscles divine,
His body glistens with sweat and sin,
A grim ritual of pain is about to begin.

The priest of darkness, with eyes ablaze,
Leads the sacrifice, with a wicked gaze.
He raises his hand, and from it flows,
A torrent of skewers, sharp and cold.

With a twist of the wrist, they are thrown,
Deep into the flesh, where they are sown,
The muscled man roars, in agony great,
As the skewers pierce his mighty chest.

His muscles ripple, his body shakes,
As the horror unfolds in a gruesome wake.
The dark priest chants a diabolical hymn,
As the beast transforms, a monster within.

His body contorts in a grotesque dance,
As the skewers twist, in a painful trance.
The priest of Cthulhu cackles with glee,
As the sacrifice reaches its dreadful decree.

In the Church of Sin, where the darkness reigns,
The young man's body is twisted and maimed,
An offering of flesh to the God of pain
In the depths of Cthulhu's unholy domain.

When the pain is too great, the screams cease,
The beast stands up, reborn and released,
The priest of darkness bows, with a grin,
To a new form of life, born from the sin.

A beauty of horror, a monster of grace,
A creature of sin, in the Church of Disgrace.
A twisted reflection of our darkest fears,
An icon of evil, born from the tears.

An eternal torment, a never-ending hell,
My gift to humanity, my darkened spell.
A newborn nightmare, a terror unbound,
The world's last picture before it goes down.

I am your Dark God, your Master and King,
I am the one who brings you this thing.
Remember these words as you face your doom,
As I turn your world into a bloody tomb.

No more debates, no wars to be won,
No more of the world you once have known.
No more of your petty desires and fears,
I am the one who brings you these tears.

There is only one way for you to escape,
To break free from the chains of imminent fate.
Take my hand, and follow me down,
Let me be your guide, let me take you around.

A bath of blood, a rope around your neck,
A bullet to the brain, a leap from the ledge,
A poison in your veins, a knife to the chest,
A gas mask on your face, a breathless rest,

A fall to the ground, a swim in the depths,
A fire that burns, a car that wrecks,
A pill in your hand, a drink in your cup,
A train on time, a heart that stops.

Ein Bad aus Blut, ein Strick um deinen Hals,
Eine Kugel ins Gehirn, ein Sprung vom Felsvorsprung,
Gift in deinen Adern, ein Messer in der Brust,
Eine Gasmaske auf deinem Gesicht, eine atemlose Ruhepause,

Ein Sturz auf den Boden, ein Bad in der Tiefe,
Ein Feuer, das brennt, ein Auto, das zusammenbricht,
Eine Pille in deiner Hand, ein Getränk in deiner Tasse,
Ein pünktlicher Zug, ein Herz, das stehen bleibt.

Cthulhische Kirche!