Acolytes of abysmal ones, Desciples of the elder gods Seek the forbidden wisdom of the black arts
Devotees of the sunken shrine Ruthless seekers of the undivine Burned at the stake for their unspeakable rites
Nyarla-tho-tep will seal your fate Witness the ravenous abominations
We, chant for, the evil Gods, To, call forth, their messenger Sing, the hymns, to Yog-Sothoth, And await, the void, of Azathoth
Learn from the dark messenger Nyarla-tho-tep is he who walks In the shadow of the elder ones
Black shepherd of the perverted flock Initiation in the hidden current Teach us in forgotten tongues
Nyarla-tho-tep will seal your fate Witness the ravenous abominations
We, chant for, the evil Gods, To, call forth, their messenger Sing, the hymns, to Yog-Sothoth, And await, the void, of Azathoth
The black shape resides over the nocturnal sabbath Wicked flutes and thundering drums played by invisible hands Heretics indulging in these blasphemous rites Insane laughter and rapturous moans, as the orgies commence
Wanton lust, on the altars Infamies and incantations Crucifixions to celebrate The coming of the abominations
Spectral powers from beyond the gates Oneiric portals to horrific entities
The black shape presides over the nocturnal sabbath Wicked flutes and thundering drums played by invisible hands Heretics indulging in these blasphemous rites Insane laughter and rapturous moans, as the orgies commence
Acrolytes of abysmal ones Disciples of the elder gods Seek the forbidden wisdom of the black arts
Devotees of the sunken shrine, Ruthless seekers of the undivine Burned at the stake for their unspeakable rites
Nyarla-tho-tep will seal your fate Witness the ravenous abominations
We, chant for, the evil Gods, To, call forth, their messenger Sing, the hymns, to Yog-Sothoth, And await, the void, of Azathoth