YOU HAVE SWIFTLY DISEMBARKED AT THE PASS You smeared torment amongst all stocks of life You, the spate, are ghastly for the decayed
You littered while ages past (in) Mirage of conclave souls You reverberated mirrors – Figment of ancient Throk You, tutor of the vaults, are the Rash of forbidden forms
You have walked amidst the stars (in) Glares of pewters You have prepared Gates at the Gulf You, increaser of the pace, are The Master of time dimensions
Bridge: Supplication of the dream Granting haleness to the furtive light brigade Abomination of the bond Demolishing life’s passing cycles in the… HALL OF THE…
Bleeders will rise from the brume of R’lyeh Victors will strike in a quicksilver sweat
You gnawed swiftly with scornful bite – A terror of advent You have illuminated three, Perdu mazes You, increaser of the pace, are The Master of time dimensions
You stain the sphere of scream and screech The Master of form and foulness
Chorus: Casting mantles of flesh of outward souls Charms are torn by the injurious Doom is at hand from an exposing door Spawns have torn through the trustfulness