Oh ye beings from above
Oh ye beings from below
Phantoms riding the breasts of men
Ye of the crossroads and of the great highways
Wanderers beneath the shade of night
And ye from the abyss of the West on the fringes of twilight
Dwellers in the caverns of obscurity who rouse terrors and shuttering
And ye walkers by night whom I will not name, friends of the moon
And ye intangible inhabitants of the world of night
Oh people, oh denizens of the tomb, all of you approach and be my witnesses and respondents
Let the hand raised against my form be withered
Let them be destroyed who attack my name, my foundation, my effigies
The images likened to me