Twisted winding valleys, dismal jagged peaks  Wretched land of old, blackened earth obscene    Swing wide the gates of aeons past  Fear grips your soul    Looming on the cliffs, far from prying eyes  Brooding elder nightmare, hidden from mankind  Carven invocations weathered with age show  Knowledge of obscenities not meant for mortal minds    The gates still gape loose on certain nights in forgotten  corners of the world and foul things of old still lurk in  the dark, shapes pent in hell    The madness creeps inside, promoting genocide  Can no longer close your eyes, for chaos has your mind  Watch with abhorrent abasement as ghostly rituals  Unfold, sowing seeds of madness    Whirling fires, raising up  Lurid tongues of flame  Evoked, from the silence of the hills  Chaotic dreams whisper darkness    The madness creeps inside, promoting genocide  No longer close your eyes  Whirling fires, raising up  Lurid tongues of flame  Evoked, from the silence of the hills  Chaotic dreams whisper darkness    Cyclopean ruins, spire of black stone  Sinister monolith, altar of nightmares