Part 1: Call Of The Black Ones
When the moon is increased I'll take my knife
Inscribed are the mighty symbols of Yog-Sothoth!
When the moon is decreasing I'll offer the blade to the flames
Hcoriaxoju, Zodcarnes
I powerfully call upon ye and stir ye up
Mighty spirits that dwelled in the great abyss
In the dread and potent name of Azagthoth
Come ye forth and give power unto this blade
By Xenthono-Romatru, I command you Aziabelis
By Ysehyroroseth, I call the Antiquelis
In the vast and terrible name of Damamiach
I mighty compel ye forth Barbuelis
In the circle of conjuration twelve priests pray
Fire! Fire in the sky!
Part 2: Signs Of Power
Give power unto my spell weapon blade
Whose blade shall strike fear and terror
In all spirits that wound my command disobey
In the name of great and mighty Yog-Sothoth
For the sign of Kish I break down all barriers
For the invincible sign of Voor
Give power!
For Yog-Sothoth is the gate
He knows where the Old Ones dwell
Came forth in times past and where
They came forth again when the cirle returns
Part 3: Time To Come
In the names of Azagthoth and Yog-Sothoth
Their servant Nyarlathotep, and by the power of the Elder Sign
Go forth this place and don't return, until I call thee again!
I seal this gate with the mighty Koth Sign!
His time has come Yog-Sothoth
Rise from the seven gates!