イロモノ枠でお願いします…。
The stars align in patterns strange,
Whispering names we can't pronounce,
The ocean hums a midnight hymn,
To shadows dancing just beyond.
The trees bend low with ancient weight,
Their roots are tangled deep in time,
The wind carries forgotten tongues,
That echo through the hollow hills.
Oh, Great Old Ones, hear our call,
From realms where light has never shone,
Your whispers shake the cosmic veil,
We tremble at your hidden throne.
Oh, Great Old Ones, vast and cold,
Beyond the grasp of mortal mind,
Your dreams distort the fabric wide,
And leave us lost, but yearning still.
The sky is cracked with yellow eyes,
That watch us from the void between,
A chorus hums in dissonance,
A hymn to what should not be seen.
The ground is soft with creeping mist,
That coils around our trembling feet,
The air is thick with silent screams,
Of those who dared to seek and know.
The moon is pale and weeping red,
Its tears are ink on shifting sand,
The night is long and never ends,
When shadows wake at your command.
【OC Creator Project】Celebrate and praise
イロモノ枠でお願いします…。
The stars align in patterns strange,
Whispering names we can't pronounce,
The ocean hums a midnight hymn,
To shadows dancing just beyond.
The trees bend low with ancient weight,
Their roots are tangled deep in time,
The wind carries forgotten tongues,
That echo through the hollow hills.
Oh, Great Old Ones, hear our call,
From realms where light has never shone,
Your whispers shake the cosmic veil,
We tremble at your hidden throne.
Oh, Great Old Ones, vast and cold,
Beyond the grasp of mortal mind,
Your dreams distort the fabric wide,
And leave us lost, but yearning still.
The sky is cracked with yellow eyes,
That watch us from the void between,
A chorus hums in dissonance,
A hymn to what should not be seen.
The ground is soft with creeping mist,
That coils around our trembling feet,
The air is thick with silent screams,
Of those who dared to seek and know.
The moon is pale and weeping red,
Its tears are ink on shifting sand,
The night is long and never ends,
When shadows wake at your command.
Oh, Great Old Ones, hear our call,
From realms where light has never shone,
Your whispers shake the cosmic veil,
We tremble at your hidden throne.
Oh, Great Old Ones, vast and cold,
Beyond the grasp of mortal mind,
Your dreams distort the fabric wide,
And leave us lost, but yearning still.