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Picking up the Necronomicon

I feel its power in my hands

Stealthily I leave the house at once

And head for those abandoned lands

That wretched stench is worse than before

Still somehow, it fills me with pride

The stones remain untouched by human hands

To center of the circle I stride

Light the pyre, and let the fires burn

Through Yog-Sothoth, THE OLD ONES shall return

Summoned through the eons

From the Blackest Void

With their grand return

The false world is destroyed

Flames reach higher, but man will never learn

Through Yog-Sothoth, THE OLD ONES shall return

From the Blackest Void

From the Blackest Void

Spells unspoken for countless centuries

Contained within these dreaded pages

He is the Key, the Opener of the Way

Our future's draped in the dust of ages

Outro chant:

"Per Adonai Eloim, Adonai Jehova,

Adonai Sabaoth, Metraton On Agla Mathon,

verbum pythonicum, mysterium salamandrae,

conventus sylvorum, antra gnomorum,

daemonia Coeli God, Almonsin, Gibor, Jehosua,

Evam, Zariatnatmik, veni, veni, veni."