Mother of a Thousand Horrors Lyrics

Deep in the woods where shadows churn,

She waits in dark, where mad minds burn.

The Black Goat's brood, her twisted kin,

Breeding nightmares thick as sin.

Her roots spread wide, her children spawn,

A fevered dream before the dawn.

With mouths and eyes, they writhe and creep,

In Shub-Niggurath's ancient keep.

(Can you hear her whisper?)

Mother of the endless dark,

Bearer of a thousand marks.

Spawned from chaos, ancient wrath,

She walks the shadowed path.

Flesh and bone, the forest stirs,

Frenzied shapes, her worshipers.

They chant her name, forsake the light,

And plunge themselves to endless night.

With hooves and horns, they scream and call,

The Mother's hunger will consume them all.

She is the life that rots and grows,

The twisted seed, the primal throes.

(Shub-Niggurath, hear our plea)

Mother of the endless dark,

Bearer of a thousand marks.

In her name, the old world cracks,

As horrors rise and reason lacks.

Through twisted roots and shadowed trees,

A maddened thrall drops to his knees.

The Black Goat calls, the forest hums,

Where sense is lost, insanity drums.

(All flesh is hers to take)

She is the void, the fertile maw,

Beyond the veil of nature's law.

Her children wail, her creatures breed,

A cursed harvest born of need.

From earth to flesh, from blood to bone,

The Black Goat's song, our cursed throne.

A mother's gift, a blighted womb,

She brings both life—and doom.

Mother of the endless dark,

Bearer of a thousand marks.

Through blood-stained earth and silent cries,

In her shadow, madness lies.

Hail the Mother, the endless sprawl,

Who hears and heeds the darkness' call.

A thousand mouths, a thousand eyes,

She waits where light and reason dies.

(She is all, she is none...)