Deep in the desert he wandered
Three thousand years to this day
The land of Egypt was filled with ancient lore
Of the dark king who rules on his way
The great magician and leader of the horde
Of things demonic and decadent
All where amazed by his grace
Nameless was he the Illusionist
Seeking obedience he tortured everyone
Who dared resist the Intrusionist
He lit the stars in his eyes and one by one
Enchanted kneeled and malevolent
Praise the dark son of Azathoth!
The faceless god of the Bloody Tongue!
Don't fail to see Nyarlathotep
If he comes into Providence
I'm still shuddering at what he showed
He's the soul of the Outer Gods
The black heart of Yog-Sothoth
And he haunts one for hours afterwards
Ny-a-rla-tho-tep
(The dweller in darkness who rules with his magic)
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