Endless Hordes Expiring

To what they cannot comprehend they cannot bestow a name. A deplorable incompetence I cannot exonerate.
Lo I emerge. I am the unfathomable, behold and become undone. Unutterable in form, comparable I am to none. My ichor hand claws at the entrails of the wretched and forgotten. My vile dagger tears at the throats of the champions of man. Dissolute, I've lurked in the depths reveling in my obsession: the endless tide of collapsed human forms on which I incessantly dine. But to consume is to mature and thus, I obtain my ascension.
I am the devourer, submit yourselves to me. Your corpse-flesh my teeth molest. Your mourner's screams I do not heed.
…and I emerge.
Engraved upon their faces; my true title, Dread Incarnate. I am the unfathomable behold and become undone. Gaze upon my princely features, a brilliant example of the craftsmanship of chaos and entropy.
I am the devourer, writhing in delight, feasting on the endless hordes expiring with fright.
These spiritual invalids, I bask in their defect. To their prayers I will respond, I will defile and eat their flesh.