Before Whom Evil Trembles
Beware of the shamans of Khem Worshippers of Tsathoggua, the savage god Cast out by the Old One For they have the power to revive the dead By spilling the blood of sacrifices Before the gazing statue of their god Demonic spirits are called to possess the bodies of the deceased Made to dwell in the house of decaying flesh Compelled to dwell in the nethermost vaults of the Zin Shed the rivers of blood Above the black statue of Tsathoggua Rise! Corpses of the dead By the power of the Old One Tibbi magnum Innominandum, signa stellarum nigrarum To you Tsathoggua, god of the damned We summon you! The only purpose of these infernal vessels Is to fulfill the will of their creator With their bodies forever desecrated by the evil wrath They know neither discomfort nor pain Obedient only to the shaman who summoned them They lie rotting in shallow holes Waiting to pursue their only intention To fulfill the will of their masters Only a certain melody Played on a whistle of human bones Can send away the evil demons Vanishing with a ghastly cry The empty human shell collapses to the ground Decayed and deformed And riddled with crawling beetles and worms It falls into a putrefied mass Shed the rivers of blood Above the black statue of Tsathoggua Rise! Corpses of the dead By the power of the Old One
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
As the great Old Ones come to rest Life is always infected with death Their history shall forever remain Their bodies shall eternally stay Lying in darkest graves The casket of the embalmed Buried under tons of stones Death on his irrefutable throne The light that should not die The mass won’t rot away Hollowed out for the ancient gods The rites of the Old Ones recеive their pride Thе darkened end of the world Where death is always dominate The legacy of the elder kings shall not be lost Carried by the first servants into eternal tombs In eternal darkness The pharaoh’s body shall rest In utter emptiness His soul shall find eternal peace No spark of light found him Granting, praising, lost in the realm The fog of their pride Turned into a grudge that night The light that should not die The mass won’t rot away Hollowed out for the ancient gods The rites of the old ones receive their pride Into endless darkness His body shall rest In eternal light The soul will arise Buried alone on darkened thrones Buried for pride The soul without light Buried alone in eternal tombs Buried alone on darkened thrones Buried alone in eternal tombs Buried for pride, the soul without light Buried alone in eternal tombs Buried for pride, the soul without light
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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Hail to you, Kheti! Mighty possessor of fire! From whose mouth cometh forth the flame Which is in the eye of Horus Open up thy mouth! Distant thy jaws! Belch forth your fires Against the enemies of Osiris Consume their souls Burn up their bodies! To those guilty of desecration Who laid bare the hidden things And defiled the rest of the Great Ones The last thing you’ll see is Kheti! You shall cease to exist! Your spirits shall be destroyed! The fire of the serpent shall blaze against you! Open up thy mouth! Distant thy jaws! Belch forth your fires Against the enemies of Osiris The liquid flames out of his lungs Will burn the flesh And tear it down from your bones Will burn your soul It will never find peace Mighty possessor, kill them Dark tormentor, destroy them I am the one who does not enter Upon the fiery path of the snake For I uttered the words of power Against the breath of Kheti!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
In the eternal desert of Irem Carved rocks are buried under tons of sand The shapes of the stones are not from human hand And no one can tell who made them The place where water can flow upwards From the depths of the earth Where human bones and skulls litter the corridors Mostly from children and infants The eaters of man, the thieves of lives Tortured their victims, in a matter of joy A long time ago the ancient city Covered an old and bitter truth Behind the time, beneath the darkest catacombs of Irem Lies a forgotten city Its inhabitants have filled their creed By endless suffering and pain of the infants By carrying their skulls and bones as jewels The inhabitants crawled on their limbs Other than their human victims Covered by light that is brighter than the sun In utter blackness, in utter blackness Their ways of killing are painted on the walls Just as their history and horrific appearance Crocodiles with longer limbs and shorter tails Their skulls are domed and large Covered with gold and bones As an imitation of their ancient gods, ancient gods Their blood ran cold trough their hearts With no sun, so deep beneath the sand Their endless longing evokes the wrath of the ones they’ve slain Rather than seeing their own extinction They doomed the city of Irem The nameless city was shattered by the hand of men Most of those old creatures passed away As the monuments of Irem collapsed in a cataclysmic event Into pits of sand, covered with the dust of ages Signs of battles that have long been fought As lying in its the ruins The city of Irem was swallowed by the silent sands In these ruins you still can hear them whisper Rise, Rise, Rise YogSototh N’gai, n’gba, gbaabugg-shogg Yah Rise, Rise, Rise YogSototh Through the third angle we are travelling We are free from the jackals of time Yai’ ng’ ng, F’aithrodog Uaaah! Together we will sing the song Of this horrific world
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026