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

Her voiceless howl

Resounds through time

From primal mud

And fenses foul

A limbless thing

Mindless and coarse

This wretches guise

Is end and source

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