The Ancient is, the Ancient was, the Ancient will
From the dawn of times, in primordial chaos
Called Naxyr in every centre
of infinity
The gods swim in shapeless water of darkness
Void of Naxir
The great abyss
Reveals the grand illusion of
shape
Idolize the greater glory
...SAUTHENEROM...
Yog-Sothoth, the shapeless demon, the master's shape
He kills and laughs
with his mortal coil
His face a pile of iridescent spheres,
The shape is evil for evils and pure for purees
Void of
Naxir
The great abyss
Reveals the grand illusion of shape
Idolize the greater glory
...SAUTHENEROM...
This is the time,
primordial dark
Hastur lives in fire
Nyarlathotep, the messenger
Kadath the unknown, caused the uncontrolled desire
...The
seven stars are burning higher...
The son must born from himself
Flame is red by blood
The nine is black, dream and dream
The
seven skies, home of anger's God
...The key is concealed in yourself power...
Ritual of Aangohr begins with lust and pain
Not
forgives who's near and haunts his mind
One hundred flames are spirit in my brain
In death I will diminish then arise
The time is
now I fall apart in death
Where my hands touch the hearts of lies
Two in one, one in two emerges
Fall into God's cue and
die
Void of Naxir
The great abyss
Reveals the grand illusion of shape
Idolize the greater
glory
...SAUTHENEROM...