In the heart of cosmic night, Where the void consumes all light, There lies a god with mindless gaze, In eternal, formless haze. Around him drums of madness beat, Pipes that play in chaos sweet, A swirling maelstrom of despair, Azathoth, beyond compare. Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God, In the center where the void is broad, In chaos born, he reigns supreme, In an endless, dreamless dream. No will to guide his boundless might, A force of nature, dark as night, In the court of stars he dwells unseen, A terror from the space between. No eyes to see, no ears to hear, Yet all the cosmos quake in fear, Of Azathoth's unending rage, A horror from a timeless age. Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God, In the center where the void is broad, In chaos born, he reigns supreme, In an endless, dreamless dream. Madness dances in his wake, Reality begins to break, From his core, a silent scream, Shatters all we dare to dream. In the void where silence cries, Where the stars meet their demise, He slumbers on in boundless dark, Azathoth, the primal spark. Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God, In the center where the void is broad, In chaos born, he reigns supreme, In an endless, dreamless dream. Eternal chaos, primal fear, In his presence, none draw near, Azathoth, in madness steeped, The god where endless chaos sleeps.
