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...