Bestride Shantak

Do you feel the night?

Bow down before Thee

Prepare for journey

Ceremony, hideous rite

Between caves in woods

There is a secret place

Where sinister statue bears

This is your key to other worlds

Of no other even seen

When you spout the invocation

Your destiny belongs to Thee

Made one with chaos

I call you vested in rime of vault

Palfreys hatched from obscurity

Nocturnally ride for thirsty might

Myriads of ways lost in times

Tunnels ad infinitum

Blinded by impermeable darkness

Of the Ancient Ones

Pictures, visions made by night

When she was young

Journey for aeons

And at the end the light

Cosmic vortex, everything lost

Wistfulness is the key