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