From the lands beyond day and night
From distant realms and forgotten empires
From the graves where there is no place for the breath of life
From a source that has no name
These mysteries are
The ancient one
Dwells in the dream
СReatures that were spawned by nightmare
Whisper about them
And demons grovel around
In humiliating horror
Not knowing pain and compassion
Unbounded by morals and flesh
Blood-stained and sated
They slowly drown in the void
Human servants drenched in blood
Wriggles and slides in the slime at their feet
Their grim offerings
Own hearts filled with dread
As claws scraping steel
As a disease eating bones
Their terrible voices whisper in their heads
On the language which is known by only the dead
The madman and the unborn by the womb of Earth
From distant realms
From the grave
From a source that has no name
These mysteries are
