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