Yet The Watchers Guard — Thergothon

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