They kneel and crawl Below
In cellars of houses so Old
Hidden away from the outside World
Obeying the wishes of their horrid Master
Chants are sung and Echoes
Ululations pierce the foggy Night
Something lurking at the Doorstep
Ready to enter this trembling World
They froth as they Chant
Bringing forth the Portal
In the cellars the walls starts Glow
Time and space is Dissolving
Ode to Hastur
Their words praise the unnamable One
Their feeble lives they Sacrifice
To prepare entance for their Master