A DAY A WEEK A THOUSAND YEARS
MEANS NAUGHT TO WHAT THE TRAIN DRAWS NEAR
NUCLEAR CHAOS, ROILING, SCREAMING
LULLED BY DEMON FLUTES TO KEEP IT DREAMING
CHILDREN OF THE SANE
AZATHOTH CALLS YOUR FOOLISH TRAIN
ENVY YOUR DEAD, FOR NOW UNFURLED
THIS MADNESS FOLLOWS TO CONSUME YOU
GIBBER, CHILDREN OF THE SANE
AT WHAT CALLS YOU TO ITS DOMAIN
YOUR DEAD ARE LUCKY; NOW UNFURLED
THIS MADNESS FOLLOWS TO CONSUME YOUR WORLD