Obscured by falling moon ghoul-haunted black catacombs prowl in ashen deserts As the sands stir uneasy with the cold of abysmal winds Howling from nether-gulfs and from the onyx monuments of subterranean unholy caverns Nighted winds of prehuman times still burdened with eerie voices of antediluvian aeons Horrid ululations, echoes of precambrian dawn Discordant keening without meaning or rhyme Indescribable howl of the tunes to which dance the formless idiot gods Vast majestic sidereal fabric of universe resounds to the clarion Echoes of creation Echoes of before the beginning of time From before the throne of Nuclear Chaos