Lyrics:
In the shadowed sands of a cursed Arabian night,
There arose a scribe, a seeker of forbidden light.
Abdul Alhazred, the Mad Arab's tale,
Of eldritch horrors, where sanity frail.
In the darkest tombs, where the dead do dream,
He penned his verses by a ghastly gleam.
The Necronomicon, a tome of dread,
Whispers of chaos, where the damned have bled.
Elder gods and cosmic blight,
Secrets hidden from mortal sight.
With blood and ink, his quill did dance,
A macabre symphony of dark romance.
By the stars that lie and the void's embrace,
He glimpsed the terror in their face.
Through portals vast and dimensions wide,
He ventured forth, where no soul can hide.
His words, a chant, an arcane hymn,
Summoning shadows dark and grim.
A chorus of doom, a requiem of night,
In the depths of hell, he found delight.
Cursed be the name of Alhazred, the seer,
For his visions brought naught but fear.
In madness he dwelled, in chaos he found,
The silence of the grave, a most profound sound.
Beware the tome of his infernal script,
For those who read are eternally gripped.
By the lore of death and ancient rage,
In the Black Metal fury, we chant his sage.
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