The Black Pharaoh's March

Deep beneath the shifting sands, where the sun forgets to rise A name is carved in silent stone, a promise in disguise The hieroglyphs bleed midnight oil, the priests have learned the tune They wait for one whose face is void, whose shadow drinks the moon We are the keepers of the seal, the scribes of broken law (Heh!) We turn the key that no god forged, we open every flaw From Memphis to the Nile's black mouth, our voices weave the spell We call the Crawling Chaos down to break the mortal cell (Under the stars, under the stone) (We summon the flesh that walks alone) Pharaohs of the void, we carve the night! (Hrah!) We feed the flame with stolen light! (Guttural cry) Nyarlathotep, hear our cry – (Ugh!) Unbind the earth, unchain the sky! The Great Old Ones shall rise again (Hear us!) And drown the world in ancient rain! (Guttural roar) We buried Cthulhu's dreaming crown beneath the desert floor (Krrr...) We sang the hymns that woke the deep and opened every door The Yithian fled, the Spider weaves, but we are not afraid – For when the Black Pharaoh ascends, his throne shall never fade (Guttural scream) (From R'lyeh to Kadath's gate) (We summon the inevitable fate) Pharaohs of the void, we carve the night! (Hrah! Hrah!) We feed the flame with stolen light! (Guttural cry!) Nyarlathotep, hear our cry – (Ugh! Ugh!) Unbind the earth, unchain the sky! The Great Old Ones shall rise again (Hear us! Hear us!) And drown the world in ancient rain! (Guttural roar – fading!) (Guttural, rasping chant) The stars are wrong... (Krr...) The angles bend... (Growl) We have tasted the dust of Azathoth... (Deep, guttural exhalation) And we... are not afraid... of the silence... after the scream... (Primal shout) (Nyarlathotep… Nyarlathotep…) (Guttural cries and grunts interspersed) (Weave the shadow, break the deep…) The sand will rise… the gods will sleep no more… And we… (guttural exhale) …we will be the whispers… when the world is torn… …Nyarlathotep.