ANCIENT Falling asleep In Ancestors ruins waiting for time waiting for rise In dark Woods Screaming for your call Cry out to see Elder signs on the walls That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die Hastur Nyarlatothep! Azathoth Ancient! Oh we claim Cutting their veins Now in sorrow Their flesh is condemned Over your shadows In a sacrifice For your glory We devote our lives That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die Yogg Sototh! Cthulhu! Oh Dagon! Ancient PARTE FALADA Shine stars Light our ways Into the aligne The mind will fade Return from space Emerge from sea We need your blessing The divine touch we are blind fools We need to see!