O, Tiamat! Deliver us from ignorance, Protect us from enslavement! Shield us from the falseness Of a venomous and feeble God O, Azerate! Eleven slithers of hatred to collapse The ten pillars that oppose the painful truth! That deny the enlightenment of our minds And cage the Universe beyond mortal reach Black Flame swallow The tainted earth. And disgorge the filth Of the blind! Fires of spirit dormant, Asleep, your essence distant And thus, thou must: Wither like your book's blasphemous words, Suffer as your Savior on His merited cross, Die with your Demiurge's lies on your lips, Decay with His poisonous council in mind. Burst open the skies, Invoke the storm, Gathering light, Incipit Chaos! So mote it be!