[april-may 1991]

The winds from the abyss of the night
Blow out the candles
From beyond the sources of time

Fly through the air
As near is far and far is near
Light is dark and dark is light
I am it and it is me

The gate to the visions
From beyond our time and space
I can see through its eyes
The wings of damnation

Abysmal malevolence surround
After-visions from the lightning struck
Surround

Now the gates are open for yog-sothoth.