The brave turkish soldiers were horrified

By seeing so much luxury and sadism

The ancestral howls

Praising the name of unknown god

Chilled their blood

The steel swords blesses by Muhammad

And the ancient spells

When Arabia was young

Determinate to exterminate

The blaspheme population of Xuthltan

And their perverse and evil demon

But the terrible beings

From the ancient times

Are still present

In the forgotten chasms of the earth

On certain nights they show up

In spectral shapes

To worship their master

And commemorate their macabre dances

The gates of hell are open

To unleash those captive beings

They will not be locked again