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