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