Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Book 7: Thy Evocation Cthulhu (Parts I-IV), artist - Abgott.
Date of issue: 15.01.2008
Song language: English
Book 7: Thy Evocation Cthulhu (Parts I-IV) |
PART I: |
… and with the strange aeons even death may die |
The living corpse sends nightmares |
The day when open is the blasphemous door to the crypt to void |
Stars are in propitius |
Complete the final act |
You render honorous reay believer |
Here from no place, as an abomination, comes out Terror |
Here you can see the true endless horde and realize that you have no escape |
In all its blasphemous Glory is manifested chaos Kingdom |
PART II: |
The ancient sign |
In a glade of ground, dust and stones |
Silent place seems Death throne |
Perceptible in obscurity |
Beings «Buried» |
In the way of the fallen sun, meditate, don’t trumble |
The vision can tear away your reason sucks up your brain |
Meditate, till the end of the night, when sun rises behind of you |
A blood tie with undead unlife, use his powers |
Kingdom is here with all glorious blasphemy |
Generate new sons between humanity |
A new order that adore and let adore |
A new race form the ascient descent |
Who fight the chains that bond the ancients away from this dimension |
Let him to enter between the door endless cursing and growling |
It’s our duty |
PART III: |
Fai la grande evocazione |
Scegli una Donna e usala per la tua evocazione |
PART IV: |
Finally you are arriving to the end in front of you night stands |
Draw fire pentacle |
Lay down the woman |
Cut kid throat |
Upon her let blood flowing |
Do mystic circles with your blood |
The moment is here: shut up, motionless |
Screaming chaos Gods adore, curse, invoke |
Unnatural silence, no place for Al Azif isolated |
An icy wind rises violent with intention awere from outsides space |
Woman, she isn’t frightened, she pants, howls, shakes, she’s filling |
Obscure Flames is upon her covering her obscene |
I see her opens wide mouth screaming nothing |
I see her roll her eyes as white spheres |
It’s stare of who have seen opening veil and comes that is over |
It’s stare of who have tested Awful Action and who brings Signs inner |
In those eyes there is wild triumph overcame the test |
Damned souls hope, put down thy eyes in the presence of the living |