Men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought
of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars,
or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse.
The Worm dwells in empty and cold space that is around the stars and planets,
and all things, and pierces them all.
He also exists in the shade of every living creature and grows inside of it,
and devours it, and become bigger and stronger.
When He devours the shade, the living flesh will die.
But if it recognizes Him as its Master, it will joined with him.
And someone, who was a man before, becomes a Sorcerer.
He cannot be destroyed by anything or anybody.
He has to be very carefull though.
One misspelled word during incantation and Worm will turn against his summoner.
In the Name of Him, Who Dwells In The Gloom, Standing behind the Line.
In the Name of Him, Who makes the foundation of the worlds cracked,
for they can not survive His Might and all Smashing Power.
O, You, Who are waked up with the boiling blood of the maids,
Hear my calling, come to the sinful earth.
From the Seven Pits of Emptiness, From the Nine Lands of oblivion
Come forth, Lord!
Yain! I serve You! Yain! I praise You!
Shall the sun grow dim! Shall it fall to pieces!
Shall the Horror of times before come back to us!
Servant of nameless Yogsoggot, stareater, destroyer of time.
Here comes the time of fulfillment, payback time!
Verminis! Alyach! Alyach!
