Yog-Sothoth - Satanika

Twisting flesh, dead shall feast

Mental darkness, nameless cult

Demons of madness possessing your soul

Their horror so great it cannot be names

Twisting nerves, the dreaming dead

Amorphous creature, spawn of the night

That is not dead wich can eternal lie

And with strange aeons even death may die

Yog-Sothoth

Yog-Sothoth

Eater of souls

Eater of souls, he’s the gate, Yog-Sothoth, sees in darkness

There is life eternal within the eater of souls

He’s the all in one and one in all

Limitless being of space and time

There is a fate worse than death

Gloves of light

Protoplasmic flesh

Hideous horror

The nokious Yog-Sothoth