Äma bl-Nug ol Äma bl-Yeb!
Ttak cls iro Züür.
Ttak cls iro Züür.

O Masters of the Black Fires Concealed
Rise o'er the flights of dim mortals sleeping.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Bringers of the End of Man's Allotted Time
Extend thy ill-frost that here and beyond might be cleansed.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O First Issue of She Who Is To come Bearing A Thousand Young
Now lost to thy stillness of discomfort, spark they Doom-Engines Black and Red.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Great Hammers of the Scouring, arrive with thy Black Fires wild,
Clearing all spaces for the Terrible Masters Outside deprived.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Angers Fuller Than Thunder whose concordant verdict crashes as a wave,
The frail earth lays ripe for thy age of starry-fire.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O shadowy Nug, uncover thy cauldron-black torch at poleNorth
That the Divine Punishment may be born in all glory.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Servant of Abhoth, Yeb of the Whispering Mists,
Bring forth burning, thy round furnace red inhumed in pole South.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Twin-Spawn of Yog-Sothoth, in thy nightmarish bound,
Strike with thy noisome Black Essence overbrimming.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Sum of Destruction Complete indulge thy Lords' will
With pact eternal cast.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Both Sides of the One, the charts divined accede,
The heavenly facets shining, are set in the strict aspect foreordained.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Issue of those Harms Tremendous fettered to strange-time most abhorrent,
The Sign made and brought through all the days is as a fever risen.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

O Dreadful Gods, in thy cold sepulchres deep amonst the black maze of stars,
Heed this appeal, made with arms spread wide in thy acolyte's wanting, and arise.
Nug and Yeb, Great Dragons black and red, come prepare thy Fathers' table!

Äma bl-E'rhibib ol Äma bl-Kähi.
Äma bl-Nug ol Äma bl-Yeb!
N'dr Ir'cculgra Tchcr Ürcti l'mü.
Ttak cls iro Züür.
Äma bl-Nug ol Äma bl-Yeb!

Created: April 10, 1998