Go summon up the dead ones,
Chanting the rites of Yog-Sothoth.
Go summon up the dead ones from essential saltes.
Yes go, summon up the dead ones
From the pits of black N’Kai.
Yes go, summon up the dead ones, but don’t let it go awry.

O children let my story begin;
We spend our solstice with kin.
But throughout these cold and icy nights,
Just beware of family fights.
If you want to study ancient lore
In your family’s home from days of yore,
You might think you’ll learn the [bad word] you crave,
From your ancestors beyond the grave.

You’ll want to go summon up the dead ones,
Chanting the rites of Yog-Sothoth.
Go summon up the dead ones from essential saltes.
Yes go, summon up the dead ones
From the pits of black N’Kai.
Yes go, summon up the dead ones, but don’t let it go awry.

You might let some old progenitor
Creep through an unearthly door,
And this old forefather, once revived,
Might just want to stay alive.
So before you summon anyone,
Go and get yourself a loaded gun,
Keep your candles burning all around,
And be sure that you can put him down!

That’s if you go summon up the dead ones,
Chanting the rites of Yog-Sothoth.
Go summon up the dead ones from essential saltes.
Yes go, summon up the dead ones
From the pits of black N’Kai.
Yes go, summon up the dead ones, but don’t let it go awry.

No don’t let it go awry or you’ll die!