In an olde booke, written myriads ago On pages made of mortall skin It spake of knowledge so long forgotten Of wisdome unwished to be spread
Spill the Bloode of the Elder Building the Anti-Kosmos Procreating Khaos
The elder who watch the kreation Knowe welle that all shall descende into Waves of Apocalyptic Khaos The kurse upon them is their fear As their bloode is the key to the gates
In a starless nighte When the summer is devour'd Sacred bloode is shed Shattering all order The reigne of eternall silence The embodiment of Anti-Life
Spill the Bloode of the Elder Building the Anti-Kosmos Procreating Anti-Life
The bloode of the elder The key to the Chambers of Kosmic Duste
