Cult of Starry Wisdom

I fix upon a whispering light...
 A shimmering stone,
 A gate of night.
 With mesmerized eyes
 I await his call,
 Messenger of Father Azathoth
 Pale faces align
 In hypnotic trance.
 Malevolent hands
 Are being raised!
 Voices soar through the eldritch halls
 Of the cadaverous church.
 Shine,
 Trapezohedron!
 Embrace me in thine glowing trance!
 Bless me with thine arcana!
 A crystalline gate to the stars...
 Far from the Moon
 And from Mars.
 Ancient soil—deserts of Yuggoth
 Herein reigns the race of the Mi-Go.
 Shine,
 Trapezohedron!
 Embrace me in thine glowing trance!
 Bless me with thine arcana!
 Iä, Iä,
 Nyarlathotep!
 I yearn to be thine servant—
 Speak through me!
 Iä, Iä,
 Nyarlathotep!
 I call forth ye,
 Oh thousand-faced god.