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Atop the hill, there’s the place

I will construct the Circle of stones

A table-like structure, the altar

Rises from the tumulus of bones

He knows where THE OLD ONES

Broke through before

He knows the place where they’ll

Break through once more

He is the Key and the Gateway

To blasphemous spheres

He is the Key and the Gateway

Beyond mortal fears

In my mind’s eye, he shows me

Frightful vistas of the void beyond

As I behold him, a mass of glowing orbs

I feel the power of our timeless bond

He has shown me, to set the stones

Yet he tells that there is something more

The incantation, the formula

Is written down in ancient godless lore

Ancient evil

To be reborn

Cleanse the world in a cataclysmic storm

The Necronomicon

That dreaded tome

I still have it hidden

In the attic at home