O great Zvilpogghua, dark overlord

Of worlds that circle Algol's greenish glare,

Hear now the wretched plea

Of thy most all-repentant apostate:

O Feaster from the far Persean stars,

Withdraw thy withering hate,

And grant thy pardon unto me

That I into thy fold might be restored

And know again the feasts I once did share

Gathered with thine adoring acolytes

To sacrifice with rune-craved scimitars

At thy crepuscular conventacles.

O unforgiving son of dark Tsathoggua,

Forgive thy slave who didst thy trust betray.

Let him again, O dread Zvilpogghua,

Share in thy worship's ardent, dark delights.

Grant this, Black Lord, and I thee will repay

With human victims lured most subtilely

Unto thy throne by spells of Sorcery

To be devoured in thy dark tentacles.