An archaic atmosphere surrounds me Like flaming snakes in Lilith's womb Three candles mark their inner boundary And the night creatures stop their charts I gather the winds, I rend the clouds The evil nature has arrived under the kindly glance of the moon Your serpent eyes control the faded pages Custodians of unforgotten words I bring storms, I unchain flames Flame of malignance nature of disgust Flame of malignance burn in the dust An avid hand are preparing the circle protected by the supreme flame The shining pentagram is burning now and your malignance will arise I gather the winds, I rend the clouds Flame of malignance nature of disgust Flame of malignance burn in the dust Phnglui mglwnafh, cthulhu R'LYEH, wgahnagal fthan The shining pentagram is burning now and your malignance will arise I bring storms, I unchain flames Flame of malignance nature of disgust Flame of malignance burn in the dust