Many thousands of years ago, they ruled the globe
But the pressing fist of great power carried a heavy price
And now their dominion has fallen beyond time and shadow
Look now, to the interior world

Ah, yes, the ancient map
(Its true origin unknown, mayhap crafted by the same vaunted)
(Cartographer as the infamous Piri Reis map itself?)
Won in a game of cards at Portsmouth Docks
A fortuitous hand indeed
(This could eclipse even Blackthrone's discoveries in Antarctica)

Wagered by a grizzled mariner
(In whose weary rum addled gaze gleamed)
The knowledge of something far greater)
Twin axial portals to the inner reaches
One at the very polar pinnacle of the world
The other hidden beneath the lost ice-bound megalopolis!

Seeking answers to the cryptic riddles of the universe
Secrets of the blackest
(Most impenetrable)
Deeps of the umbra, wreathed in frozen shadow
And ice-bound peril, subterrene halls of horripilated wonderment

Tatsumaki Maru voyage north, ever north
Cleave a path through the massing Arctic ice
Agleam with all the colors of the aurora
Far beyond Ny Alesund lies our goal

Invocations and ideograms
(Dreams of the Xtaxchedron?)
Conjuration of the inner world's
(Tenebrous)
Denizens and their star spanning progenitors
Spawned beyond the outer-world night

These darkling subterrene dominions
Astir with strange and terrible beings
Sired by entities whose genesis
Was far beyond the nighted void of our own outer-world

The legacy of the first ones, spawn of the Mera
But it is here written that one day
When even the war of the Lexicon
And the cataclysmic Great Chaos War

Have faded to naught but distant memory
A great conflict shall be waged
Between the forces of Order
And the dread avatars of the Z'xulth

Vile fiends of the outer darkness
They who lurk and breed in limbo
The dwellers in eternal shadow
Unleashed through the gate
To that which lies beyond

The black galaxy disgorges its malignant horrors
Mankind shall suffer inestimably at the hands
Of these sinistrous black titans of maleficent chaos
These Stygian pitch-black vaults are filled with Batrachian devils

Dire crystalline watch-dogs of the chasmed deeps
(For the gleaming jewels of truth are not without their protection)
Vril-gorged adamantine fiends of the threshold
Spawn of the ersatz interior sun
(Behold, a vast plasma fueled crystalline illuminatory orb a vril-sun)
(Rising and marvel at the colossal)
(Terra-forming machines of the first ones)
Quaere verum, sic itur ad astra

Far, far beneath the surface of this coruscating sphere
At the very heart of our mysterious globe, lies the true path
To man's dark destiny beyond the heavens