The defending litany of drums rises Blasphemous hymns of dark gods The universe graveyard is in chaos Ancient giants bend on his return The Messenger of the Gods unfolds his wings Priests speak language of crows The harlot flutes are heard from the inconceivable rooms He is the one He is life, he is death He is the one He's back from the crypt of Nyarlathotep The unnameable will come back on Earth The prophet of darkness has risen His flight on the world spread nightmare Peoples submit to the Great Ancients era The Messenger of the Gods unfolds his wings Deformed serpents are coming out from his mouth And chilling quills from the unwatchable body He is the one He is life, he is death He is the one He's back from the crypt of Nyarlathotep Nyarlathotep! The cross between a toad and a dragon No time between the past and the shadows The black menhir enthroned on the meadow Romantic screams announce the tornado Light is just a memory, darkness dominates Great are its screams that annihilate The Creeping Chaos madness still reigns Raising splendid altars to the crypt of Nyarlathotep He is the one He is life, he is death He is the one He's back from the crypt of Nyarlathotep Nyarlathotep!