In sub-Yuggothian caverns cold and black

Dwells hideous Ghizguth, cosmic wanderer

Who in lost aeons raged across the voids,

Leaving within his wake the flaming wrack

Of shattered suns and crumbling planetoids.

To Yuggoth he did plunge on night-black vanes

Where to this day he dwells and darkly reigns

In caves where sentient vapors shift and stir

Like spectral wraiths raised up to do his will.

And now, his wrathful urges to defer,

His fungoid, crablike minions chant and shrill,

Offering many a dreadful sacrifice

With frantic Rituals dark and sinister

Before his hulking form on its black dais.

 

O Mighty Ghizguth, black Tsathoggua's sire,

I, Eibon, terrene Wizard, give to Thee

Victims awrithe within thine altar's fire

That Thou might stay awhile the devastation

Which Thou hast strewn across eternity

On worlds whose scorn drew down thine indignation.