The Ancient is, the Ancient was, the Ancient will

From the dawn of times, in primordial chaos

Called Naxyr in every centre of infinity

The gods swim in shapeless water of darkness



Void of Naxir

The great abyss

Reveals the grand illusion of shape

Idolize the greater glory

...SAUTHENEROM...



Yog-Sothoth, the shapeless demon, the master's shape

He kills and laughs with his mortal coil

His face a pile of iridescent spheres,

The shape is evil for evils and pure for purees



Void of Naxir

The great abyss

Reveals the grand illusion of shape

Idolize the greater glory

...SAUTHENEROM...



This is the time, primordial dark

Hastur lives in fire

Nyarlathotep, the messenger

Kadath the unknown, caused the uncontrolled desire

...The seven stars are burning higher...

The son must born from himself

Flame is red by blood

The nine is black, dream and dream

The seven skies, home of anger's God

...The key is concealed in yourself power...

Ritual of Aangohr begins with lust and pain

Not forgives who's near and haunts his mind

One hundred flames are spirit in my brain

In death I will diminish then arise

The time is now I fall apart in death

Where my hands touch the hearts of lies

Two in one, one in two emerges

Fall into God's cue and die



Void of Naxir

The great abyss

Reveals the grand illusion of shape

Idolize the greater glory

...SAUTHENEROM...