Under one of my appearances
I come back from beyond outsider worlds
With me comes the destiny of man
Messiah of word of ancient ones
My return has been foretold
In Necronomicon flesh pages
And I also foretell a dawn of darkness
Where death will have no more reason
You have to know they're impure
In a sleep near death they are
Waiting patiently cause the constellations
are alining again
I'm the Nemesis
Owner of your death
These things which have capacity
Of going on living eternally are not dead
And when these abnormal ones will come
even death will cease to be
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