Text: Bal-sagoth. The Power Cosmic. The Empyreal Lexicon.

So cold are the spaces between the stars
For blackened suns are the only legacy of worlds long dead

X'atham ry'aa, Tha'zai tonn
Darker than a score of hells, wherein astral horrors dwell
Macrocosmic realms aflame
Prey of fiends that have no name

X'atham ry'aa, Tha'zai tonn
Darker than a score of hells
Where astral horrors sublime dwell
Macrocosmic realms aflame
Bow to the gods that have no name

So cold, at the heart of a frozen star
Behold the cosmic codex, the tome of the astral abyss
Such diabolical evil
Sublime macrocosmic malevolence

Fear is the power, terror is the key

X'atham ry'aa, Tha'zai tonn

I have won, bow, yield, kneel, darken the sun
Narra, Gorra, Kaasha, I arise, bow, yield, kneel, Parhelion dies
Narra, Gorra, Kaasha

X'atham ry'aa j'aiigh, Tha'zai tonn nax'a gorrha

So cold, the spaces between the stars
X'atham ry'aa, Tha'zai tonn

Heed not the voice of the Lexicon
Lest its whispers drive you mad