De Vermis Mysteriis, awkward and curious Anoesis has opened its face Kathulos, conjurer, tests of pain Hasturers, pupils of black show their faith Wizards, Hypoborea, Craft of Khem Torn of the acriment, write of their place Winds of Zaar, origin traced, blue of skin Nuclear phase takes a race lost in time Lance of kings, string of hate, obsessed upon morals And taint that obeys winds and kinds Perpetrate, land affixed, Acheron escaping the scrolls And a fate of their shrine Long live traveler, winds now die Dark place creature, destined night