In the mountain tower,
Tortured screams be heard there.
As I descend to Hell,
Gifts of blood I offer.

In my chamber, shackled,
Here I await my pain.
Bring eternal horror.
Now the ones awaken.

The Ancients have been calling from their highest throne, Amongst the clouds.
Eternities of pain to the ones who will not follow,
Burning infidelities scream from the pits of flame.
Pray with us to Azathoth, your father has no mercy.

Here I lie tormented,
Forever damned to pain.
Fires burning brighter,
Victim of their faith.

Sacrificial slaughter for the higher gods,
Human blood the nectar of our ancient ones.
Blissful sleep of dreaming in your catacombs,
Awaken to accept our gift of blackened souls.

The Ancients have been calling from their highest throne, Amongst the clouds.
Eternities of pain to the ones who will not follow,
Burning infidelities scream from the pits of flame.
Pray with us to Azathoth, your father has no mercy.

Cast your spells upon the mass of infidels,
Christians burning on the cross of blasphemy.
Fires burning high up in the ripping sky,
Blood running down upon the heaving Earth.

Bound and gagged for torture,
On my knees they whip me.
Crying out to their god,
Ancients come and claim...me!

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