Your plastic souls melt within cauldron's burning black
  Chanting to the Ancient Ones, chants of broken lines
  Kneel before the alter, sacrifice is made
  It is pleasing to the ones most ancient of the days
  
  They call the prince of disease, messenger of the Absu
  Carry through the icy winds our curse upon their church
  
  Hanging helpless above the pentagram
  Sacrifice swings within leather noose
  Sing the ancient hymn that makes the Abso roll
  Raise the rusty knife, let loose the blood of Kingu
  
  Sudden death throws off the balance that's within the sky
  Priest calls forth infernal names to the ones beyond the gate
  
  Angel of disease one who shuns the light
  Shub Niggurath goat with one thousand young
  
  Praise the beast, the chanting grew
  Praise the beast with virgin blood
  Praise the beast with soul and mind
  Praise the beast and show the sign
  
  Bind their kings in iron chains
  Execute the judgment for them
  Come and taste the fleshy pleasures
  Orgies of endless time
  
  Beneath the rolling for hate ignites their eyes
  From their graves the dead rise to answer Nammtar's call
  On a twisted cross the virgin corpse hangs
  They blacken out the sun and burn the elder gods
  Morbid priest calling forth
  Abominations of the sky
  Kutulu meets in the void
  Ancient Ones rule once more