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Hidden by the shore of dreams

A face of bone so grim and cold

I summon thee bringer of disease

Embellish their kingdom with desolation

The old ones grin

The old ones grin

You know how death makes me feel

So lift your weapon and let it fall

And when death at last have won

Again my smile was found

Svarta sjalars konung

Den eviga nattens gud

Ta mig till riket du gav mig i drommen

Till landet av dod!

Hidden by my journeys end

The formless face of the old one

I summon you lord of the wicked

Embellish my soul with darkness

The old ones grin

The old ones grin

Spare my eyes from their annoying light

Make it vanish, make it die

Decorate their realms with the blood of their own

Stan, befall me!