(Azathot: Lord of the Dark Throne)

From impious book I red the unholy distichon

Under the leaden night of frigid Saturn,

To Invoke the monster whose taciturn eye

Was boring the skies with his ignite gleam.

Proud was the presence of his granite being,

Hery and meander his nocturnal her

And one by one the shadows in insidious turn,

to the call come from fantastic rite.

From Alhazred book haughty I shouted the spell,

That ancient distichon of dark content

and the blasphemous hosts arrived victors.

So evilness possessed me with it's fraightfulness hords,

The delirious night covered me with it's mantle

and from Azathot i glimpsed his membranous wings.