Graveyard - Faces of the Faceless

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I call thee, Oh mighty names of the hours
That ye may become one in this hour
To watch my art be done in your name
That ye shall grant this tool which I have fashioned
Faces of the faceless Nyarlathotep
I call thee
Oh spirits of the stars I call thee
Oh Old Spirits
Wisdom of the stars, come, come
I call thee, Oh mighty names of the hours
The power that it is right to have
For I have created it in the image of perfection
And it will never be undone
Faces of the faceless Nyarlathotep