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