Proctophobic - I Am the Howling Mountain

I am the Howling Mountain!
My breath is the pestilent wind,
Black alchemey is my gale,
Rending the tissues of anima,
Laying laigh the flesh of the vale,
Fertile fields prepared for black mycosis,
As throbbing towers rise piceous and vain,
Muciferous globules secreting th' offal from realms of perversity,
Indaba of the multidimensional disease,
And in the haze of putrefaction,
Shall the gate finally be thrust agape,
Welcoming th' Oozing Dragon,
Phnal and all the perversity to come in his wake,
I am the Howling Mountain,
My breath is the pestilent wind,
My seed sown in primordial aeons afore the Nepenth,
An instrument of Phnal's nebulous design.