The Ancient is, the Ancient was, the Ancient will From the dawn of times, in primordial chaos Called Naxyr in every centre of infinity The gods swim in shapeless water of darkness Void of Naxir The great abyss Reveals the grand illusion of shape Idolize the greater glory ...SAUTHENEROM... Yog-Sothoth, the shapeless demon, the master's shape He kills and laughs with his mortal coil His face a pile of iridescent spheres, The shape is evil for evils and pure for purees Void of Naxir The great abyss Reveals the grand illusion of shape Idolize the greater glory ...SAUTHENEROM... This is the time, primordial dark Hastur lives in fire Nyarlathotep, the messenger Kadath the unknown, caused the uncontrolled desire ...The seven stars are burning higher... The son must born from himself Flame is red by blood The nine is black, dream and dream The seven skies, home of anger's God ...The key is concealed in yourself power... Ritual of Aangohr begins with lust and pain Not forgives who's near and haunts his mind One hundred flames are spirit in my brain In death I will diminish then arise The time is now I fall apart in death Where my hands touch the hearts of lies Two in one, one in two emerges Fall into God's cue and die Void of Naxir The great abyss Reveals the grand illusion of shape Idolize the greater glory ...SAUTHENEROM...