Ashes of centuries won't be able to constrain the force, That is obtainable not to each and comes from outside. Knowledge is demanding high payment from the mortal, Not many will venture to follow this necromancy pass.
Who has conjured them during time of life, becomes their slave after death...
Putrefied corpse embraces the tortured spirit to itself, Soul returned from space unthinkable to human's reason. Rage and hatred overflow it, when unholy lord will Break off borders of the worlds by your invocatory call.
Indwellers of ancient weird depths wait moment, when The one will open gates for their return, to fill this world With pain and horror, which they got while wandering On gloom of the most dark parallels of this Universe.
Death, blood, nightmare! Oh, Lord, lead your impious legion to final battle!