Rejoice Of The Mad God (The Gulf Of Azathoth)

I hear the roar of nuclear chaos
Which bubbles beyond the angles of dimensions

Out in the void beyond the ordered space
There's only blind chaos without form or place

The maddened beating of vile drums
The monstrous howls of accursed flutes
The waterfalls of blind idiocy
Are mixed in formless and maddened gulf

Lord of inconceivable fears
Great source of unholiness
Destroyer of worlds and dimensions
The sultan of those without names
Creator of nothingness
Blind horror of all the voids
In ultimate chaos he ravenously gnaws

Vile drooling hordes
Of blind idiot gods
Are shamble and gesture
In the Gulf Of Azathoth

Out in the void beyond time and space
Blind chaos roaring in blasphemic rejoice

You, whose soul dwells in yog-sothoth
You, whose will is proclaimed by nyarlathotep
You, whose image embodied in xada-hgla
Once all the worlds will behold your might!