Mother Nothingness (The Triumph Of Ubbo-Sathla)

In the steaming morass of a newborn Earth,
lies the formless mass which to all gave birth.
In a sea of sludge of immense extend,
lies the thoughtless mass which is source and end.

We all must follow into her void,
to her fetid womb we all return.
We all must follow into her void,
to her fetid womb we all return.

Her voiceless howl resounds through time,
from primal mud and fenses foul.
A limbless thing, mindless and coarse.
This wretched guise is end and source.

We all must follow into her void,
to her fetid womb we all return.
We all must follow into her void,
to her fetid womb we all return.

Fall through the aeons!
Onward to the Earth in its prime.
Fall through the aeons!
Becoming the spawn of the great old slime.