Evocation of the Father

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!