I call Shub-n**urath with the necronomical signs Uttering the words, all earthly pleasures shall be granted The sun turns black, the time of night is upon us Turn my face to the North wind and screams! IA! SHUB-NIGGURATH! Great black goat of the woods I call Thee forth! Answer the cry of the invoker! Who knew the words of power! Rise up I say from Thy slumbers And come with a thousand more! I make the signs, I speak the words To open the door! Come forth I say, I'm the key Now! Walk the Earth once more! The Black One shall come And the thousand Horned Ones Who howl shall rise up from the Earth