Thergothon - Yet The Watchers Guard

the towers they stand so tall and proud
at the planes of the planets of madness

the realm of wind and the darkened deities
the black goat of the woods with the thousand young

the watchers beyond the universe
the eyes to hidden dimensions

enormous buildings of slimy black stone
built by hands not similar to man on a black star near Aldebaran
twisted sky of poison clouds

"despite the waste outlook this region is inhabited
the unholy presence of these ancient beings is almost touchable
they can neither see them nor touch them, but you can
feel them present at all the times and you can smell them,
smell their foul presence..."

watchers understand
yet they guard