What can wait forever isn't dead

and in the long run, even death dies.

The Ancient were, the Ancient are,

the Ancient will be.

They walked in this world,

after knowing the kingdom of stars,

and the stars will pre-announce their coming.

But bfore then the day of men will passed.

They'll descend through the door, they'll break the seals

and their claws will free

themselves from the ancient vice,

they'll find the way in the labyrinth of time

'cause for Yog-Sothoth time is only one thing.

So they'll go back and reign where they reigned once

and their oaths will contaminate the earth.

Oh, poor wretch you flatter yourself

that you exploit their immense strength

and their dirty power. Count the seasons

observe the sun and the stars

and when you have risen the stones

and implored their power

that will be the door through which

you can call them out of time and space.

So you will hear their terrible voices

you will see ever-burning malign flames

but you won't know the striking hand

and the destroying soul

'cause they come without a face

and men don't know their forms.

But be cautious in acting so that the tentacles of darkness

can't pentrate your soul

as the man who was too darling

lost his vital force

and chaos appeared to his mind.