The brave turkish soldiers were horrified  By seeing so much luxury and sadism  The ancestral howls  Praising the name of unknown god  Chilled their blood  The steel swords blesses by Muhammad  And the ancient spells  When Arabia was young  Determinate to exterminate  The blaspheme population of Xuthltan  And their perverse and evil demon  But the terrible beings  From the ancient times  Are still present  In the forgotten chasms of the earth  On certain nights they show up  In spectral shapes  To worship their master  And commemorate their macabre dances  The gates of hell are open  To unleash those captive beings  They will not be locked again