Ode to the Ancient Ones Lyrics

The wolves carry my name, I hear their midnight speech, subtle voice summoning me from a far, and a voice much closer will shout into my ear with unholy impatience, The weight of my soul will decide its final place, before that time I must put down here all that I can, concerning the horrors that stalk without and which lay in wait at that door of every human being, for this is the ancient arcane... That has been handed down fold but which has been forgotten by all but a few men, the worshippers of the ANCIENT ONES... The wolves carry my name, I hear their midnight speech, subtle voice summoning me from a far, for this is the ancient arcane... That has been handed down fold but which has been forgotten by all but a few men, the worshippers of the ANCIENT ONES...