Deeply aged upon the Ixaxaar Stone
The fatal scars breath
The capacity of human failures
Forces the burning wheel of light to breed
The days that embrace doom
Hear the horror in the Vultures cry
It's the weapon of Nylarthotep
Whirling thunderbolts streak down from the void
The wrong of beginning
Dwelleth in ecstasy
In the secret place of thunder
Between Asar and Asi we abide in joy
Boil the blood shadow
To conceive the striking evil
Imprisoned in the pale luminous gate
The negative face of manifestations
Deeply aged upon the Ixaxaar Stone
The fatal scars breath
The capacity of human failures
Forces the burning wheel of light to breed
The days that embrace doom
Hear the horror in the Vultures cry
Cursed in this magical manikin
Is born the mystery of Path Eleven
As a fluidic fire appears
The force that restores the world ruined by evil
The madness of the Cyclopean worm
Virrant Glyph of the transcosmic old one
Boil the blood shadow
To conceive the striking evil
Imprisoned in the pale luminous gate
The negative face of manifestations