What can wait forever isn't deadand in the long run, even death dies.The Ancient were, the Ancient are,the Ancient will be.They walked in this world,after knowing the kingdom of stars,and the stars will pre-announce their coming.But bfore then the day of men will passed.They'll descend through the door, they'll break the sealsand their claws will freethemselves from the ancient vice,they'll find the way in the labyrinth of time'cause for Yog-Sothoth time is only one thing.So they'll go back and reign where they reigned onceand their oaths will contaminate the earth.Oh, poor wretch you flatter yourselfthat you exploit their immense strengthand their dirty power. Count the seasonsobserve the sun and the starsand when you have risen the stonesand implored their powerthat will be the door through whichyou can call them out of time and space.So you will hear their terrible voicesyou will see ever-burning malign flamesbut you won't know the striking handand the destroying soul'cause they come without a faceand men don't know their forms.But be cautious in acting so that the tentacles of darknesscan't pentrate your soulas the man who was too darlinglost his vital forceand chaos appeared to his mind. |
