A bleak cliff erects with the eldritch smile of aeons passed Relinquishing the phallic shape of this uncanny house of ior The sea spray below, unmercifully whipping those rocks Resounding the rasping breath of a million drowning souls With a scent reminiscent of human blood and bone Stormclouds forwarding the eerily howling winds To that symbol of forgiveness, that is towering High above on the spire of that church Deriding the pilgrim, tempting his sickly belief A temple below this churchfloor Where eternities were born Non euclidian ruins Sheltering the creators of this earth Unending cycles of blasphemies from worlds forlorn Luring and brooding ignition, awakening, twisted birth Entering this cursed house of god Walk upon the marble steps of elder lore Chaos roams within these wall and rocks Cosmic host abiding since the days of yore Priests dwell in here, restless and crazed Knowledge, madness, infinity to bear Calls from below, imploring and clear In darkness the portal will open down here Calls from below