作词 : Maurice Ponta
作曲 : Maurice Ponta
Swarthy, slender, sinister
God of the bloody tongue
Pace up and down the land of dream
And sing the beast is praise

Spiralling worm, destroyer of light
Lunatic all-seeing eyes
Your fury is tearing the dawn
A reverse paradise

Swarthy, slender, sinister
God of the bloody tongue
You seem to creep across the sky
Seven mighty suns to raise

Abhorrent one, screams of a nightmare
You get bogged down in lies
In the aftermath of your streak
the great old ones will rise

Awake by gazing into the shining trapezohedron
Tentacled monster dwelling in the steeple of the starry wisdom

Swarthy, slender, sinister
God of the bloody tongue
Enact the will of the Outer Gods
Messiah of the barren days

Bringer of pests, you are the venom
Servant and deceptive
Your black arts will rotting our flesh
The final aggresive

Give us the final keys to unlock the atomic era
Unwittingly ushering in the time of their own nausea