Pishogue Thaumaturge Lyrics

Shrieking, beaked beings
Spread their feathered wings with delight
Clawed hands tear eager for a share,
Currency of death is their price

Intoxicating dust Enter the maze
Creator of the knowing Watch the amusing game
Perched at Realms peak Mastery, what it seeks
Curator of the sorcery
Lord of mischief

Horrors crawling over one another
Joining forces of madness and fear,
Bellowing twisted profanities
No mortal being can bear to hear...

With the lust for power bears sacrifice
Dreaming of triumph will not suffice
A mind left in disarray
Followed by insanity

Bathed in warp fire Shrouded in mystery
Lord of the eternal flame
Grant O power unto thee
Cast upon thy soul to keep