From the womb of mother earth they scream
 The wage of creation and sin
 
 Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
 Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
 
 "The sleeping lord awakes
 Tiamat pulls on her chains
 The blind phantom rages
 Azag-Thoth Howls
 Vibrations at the black ethers edge
 As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
 Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
 The seven sharpen their claws"
 
 Winds emerge from the east
 Deep dark water moves
 Even the cold moon eclipses
 When they adore the dog-faced-beast
 
 Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
 Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
 
 As they admit the infernal tide
 The eye on the throne derides
 The old gods and their tribes
 In chaos Tiamat laughs pride.
 
 Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
 Aeon of night-Eager to prevail