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You fools! hear me speak

You're all weak, I'll achieve

A new world of disease

And you'll see, what life can be

Without your contractuality

And your god, whom you trust

On this place that soon will be dust

You're all waste, all disgrace

Now take a look at my father's face

Up in the north, near large trees

Wild weeds weep, to natural beauty

Contrast to the mother but with fathers eyes

High on the hill where many secrets lie

Light up the pyre on may - and all-hallows eve

Sacrifice the cattle, praise him eternally

The albino woman stands naked on the hill

She's calling to the father!

The child it grows so fiercely, maturity is shown

Through the books of old magic seeds of knowledge now are sown

Let the whippoorwills come and take this old man's soul

But not before the rite to the boy be known

Evocation of the father, so Ia my father!

On the ninth day of the ninth the horror shall begin

Pounding noises on the hill carried with the wind

On the tenth day a fearful stench circling the air

He's preparing for the father!

Only through the passage of the Necronomicon

Upon sentinel hill the evocation shall be done

He comes above the sky, my father Yog-Sothoth soon shall be

the past, present, future, he is the gate and the key!

Evocation of the father, so Ia my father!

Ia! Ia! Ia Yog-Sothoth!