I beckon to the souls of the desperate
Gather your energies within the forgotten depths
In the catacombs beneath unhallowed ground
The Faceless shall now look upon you
And none shall hinder your descent
To the buried temple of the Old Gods, waiting to be found

Glimpse beyond the limited mortal perceptions
To the nightmare that encircles the blind senses
Unfathomed, the chaos of Astral conception
As one we shatter the Elder Sign's defenses

Transmutation of reality in purest form
Whispers of madness undulate and resound from the Obelisk

Pantheons have fallen to appease this hunger
So too must worlds fall as well
Renounce your beliefs in the Great Ones at last
The Nameless shall now be exhorted
And none shall prevent their ascent
To pick apart mankind in grisly repast