Acrid scents arise from the foliage, blackest d**h
From my window I gasp in awe as I gaze at them
Under the blood green moon, discoloured, vile
They a**imilate into my nightmares
Oh and as they slither across my mind
they plant their seeds for our worlds domination
The end is near, a trail of mucus laced with fear
Has slimed across the earth, heralding his rebirth
The lord of plagues, this puss we spew has paved the way
For the second coming of the one true Pod
Hell hath no fury like a mollusk scorned, you've been warned
Their jaws, shall open wide and devour this world, heed these words
From the pits of Kak he rises and consumes
The virgin's blood; upon the altar of shrooms
Vociferus one, infernal gog
Whose giant foot blackens the sun
Into the black pools of the Ick, his supplicants descend
To be born again, knowing life without end