“Hail, thou lord of stars unknown,
Serpent king on desert throne,
Warrior on black winds blown!
Madness-bringer, Duke of Dreams,
Hymns of praise on nighttime screams,
Source of weird and darkling dooms,
Carried forth on black ray-streams!
Master of unquiet tombs,
I call Thee from They outer glooms!
From The features lift the cowl!
Reveal the fairness in the foul!
From inner darkness where they dwell
Let secret lusts uncoil and howl
The prophecies of death and hell -
Prophecies for me to tell.
O, free my soul from custom's jail
And grant a faith that will not fail,
Immortal Set, All-Father, hail!