Hidden by the shore of dreams
A face of bone so grim and cold
I summon thee bringer of disease
Embellish their kingdom with desolation
The old ones grin
The old ones grin
You know how death makes me feel
So lift your weapon and let it fall
And when death at last have won
Again my smile was found
Svarta sjalars konung
Den eviga nattens gud
Ta mig till riket du gav mig i drommen
Till landet av dod!
Hidden by my journeys end
The formless face of the old one
I summon you lord of the wicked
Embellish my soul with darkness
The old ones grin
The old ones grin
Spare my eyes from their annoying light
Make it vanish, make it die
Decorate their realms with the blood of their own
Stan, befall me!
