Ia! Ia! N’gha-n’gha-nya thagn!
Crawling Chaos, from Kadath’s darkened spire,
Yog-Sothoth’s key and Azathoth’s dire choir.

Y’ai ‘ng’ngah, Yog-Sothoth h’ee-l’geb,
Black Pharaoh of a thousand forms unfurled,
Stalker amidst stars long dead and curled.

Zhro nhi lw’nafh nilgh’ri sgn’wahl,
Through burning veil and fever’d dream you creep,
Our minds, your playground; our souls, you reap.

F’ai throdog uaaah, zglorr oth’e,
In Bedlam’s heart, your anthem rings,
Reality frays as the Messenger sings.

Hai Nyarlathotep, vo’hn n’gha ygnaiih,
By sacrifice and madness, we beckon thee,
Chaos incarnate, set our nightmares free.

Iä! Iä! Nyarlathotep!
The veil sunders, as sanity burns,
In your presence, the world turns.