The Great Law Of The Dead

At the base of the mad god’s throne
Wrapped in human skin
Lies the book of exalted names
Where the path to chaos begins

To the tunes of the broken flute
Of him who cannot be named
Sign your true name in blood
In the book of the dead

The hymn of the blind demon sultan
Sustains the twelve dancing gods
Abominations of the zodiac orbits
Nucleus of chaos, the axis of stars

If Azathoth rises from madness
All gods and worlds are erased
As each of the dancing horrors
With each step destroys and creates

The Great Law of the Dead

Ia
The old ones were
Ia
The old ones are
Ia
The old ones shall be

In the name of Yig, I open the north gate
In the name of Shub-Niggurath, I open the east gate
In the name of Cthulhu, I open the south gate
In the name of Dagon, I open the west gate

In the name of Yog-Sothoth, I open the upper gate
In the name of Nyarlathotep, I open the lower gate
In the name of Azathoth, I open the true gate
On my quest for the black throne

Before the triple throne of chaos
I inscribe my name into the law
Sworn to the works of the old ones
The Necronomicon rules us all

Hail to the great old ones
who were, who are and shall be
Hail to the great old ones
By the law of the dead's decree