Shadow of the Mad Blind God
Mask your soul with incence
Pray protection from the gods of plaque
There's no time, there's no way out
Your mind is about to end, so run, run, run
Broken sigil burns your hand
Hellish wind blows all the candles out (including the eastern one)
Marduk is asleep, he's not watchful
The Gate of Adar must be closed
Paint your walls with cattle blood
Chant ancient words of power
Burning grip of pain strikes from the walls
Fall on the floor as darkness falls
See the maggots under your skin
Footsteps of Nyarlathoteph
The pain takes your mind away
Touched by the shadow of Azathoth
Suffrage of Hell is joy compared to this
When existence does not exist
The only sense you have is for feeling pain
Living in the lifeless void in the Ancient way
See the maggots under your skin
Footsteps of Nyarlathoteph
The pain takes your mind away
Touched by the shadow of Azathoth