On a sun burned plain Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins Of the city of columns where No man has ever lived I stand in the middle of the circle of salt I draw with my crow claw The name of the ancients Who are remembered only by the time In the name of Nyarlathotep I conjure Yog Sothoth "The one who lives among shadows" To show me the way I tremble seeing how the eye of the moon Uncovers pale stumps of the ancient city Like claws of the gigantic corpse Shining venomous glare of decay I fall on my face, in the middle of the circle I twist and twine in pain Something stitched my bowels Like oil, was poured into my bones Heaven was covered by the misty glow Stinking and cold - unimaginabily evil "The one who has no name" noticed me From behind the abyss of time and the angles of space... I heard the hum of worms And the flapping of millions of small wings I know that my time is running out Becuse "The one who has no name" leads me... For my name is Abdul Alhazred And I wrote down the names of unknown creatures I will be cursed by nations and gods As long as the human race thinks that it rules the world...

He is beside skulked not hidden He looks and listens for the omen of the right time To open the gates for them... He is not a guard of the gate He is a silver key Time and space are his poisoned arms He is the essence of the old gods Everything and one - Nyarlathotep In wisdom and madness of the ancient Arab His true name is buried And christened by the blood of millions unknown races It is a stigma of evil in the ocean of the Universe I got to know his mystery Living messenger of gods Who can see with our eyes Dreams our dreams Breathes the same air... He became a human assuming the form strange to his nature Stepped down among humans He is everyone and he is in everyone Close is the time When the human hands Will uncover twisted, sparrow-hawk's claws And at night, in the mist tangled by the poisoned wind He will find the gates older than the human race Behind which, the tangles of Azathoth twist... ...he departs to his branch The black emperor of not extinguished flames In the smoke of incense, among the whispers of priests The stigma of his name will remain marked Pronouncing his blasphemous name You make him present Beware, beware, then he will see you Only the engravings tainted by his shadow remained In the ruins of forgotten cities Hidden in the desert sands And in the abysses of the deepest oceans The frosty Kadath called him Out there, he awaits the time When the Earth will be young again

Through the night howl in the sky Through the hoof-beats of thunders In the cry of the unborn child In the shadow of the past Beyond the thin line of the horizon Beyond the most daring visions of poets The myth that reached the verges of everything was born Ate the gods and cast the shadow over the universe And in its shade was born again Being absent, it wanders among us Dwells in every atom of the world Deludes minds and souls Of the sensitive creatures that call themselves Its chosen ones Now, it is a source of knowledge for us Showing us the way we will walk on Pointing the goals we want to achieve In the shadow of its membrane wings As long as the abysses of the ocean and curved spaces of the universe Remain undiscovered mystery So long as he remains the first god in the pantheon Forever When you will see a phantom shadow In the night sky beware Even if it is only a dream You will recognize him seeing his washed away, full of tentacles face And the pair of membrane wings Which will tuck in the night and the world and you It will be the time of the awakening Of the great Cthulhu

I got through the woods with difficulty and I climbed the steep peak to reach this place. On a loft of The Strange, High House in the Mist I found the fragments of many books. Rotten pages that turned yellow and time also didn't spare its breath. In the candlelight I turned half faded pages full of strange signs and words in a language bearing no resemblance to any of human ones. It was early when I began to watch the signs but when I opened the window to feel the sea-breeze I saw darkness and a winking eye of the full moon. It's time to go. I thought, when suddenly my eyes spotted a rotten page on the floor. It was as if older than the rest, filled with writing in even more unearthly language. A few sketches were there too. They looked at me in a strange way. Like bugs. Having grabbed that page from the century old dust, I looked at it carefully and I understood every word. Maybe because the air became heavier. I've seen those signs before although in my dizziness it seemed it was a million years ago. I fell on my knees, staring blankly at the yellow-gray, stiff page. I saw peaks covered by snow, the whole mountain massif topped with Cyclop like buildings, flying creatures with membrane wings and shoggoths emerging from festering seas. Spires of unfamiliar cities, strange trees and conscious plants. I saw all of that disappearing in depths of the ocean. Being on the verge of madness, I turned the pile of the old pages like a sleepwalker. What was before? What was after? The first ray of sunlight got through the open window. It hit and restored my consciousness. It was just a moment, but long enough to abandon that side, to escape far, far away from that madness and never to return again. Many times I described The Strange, High House in the Mist to the local old men, but they all claimed that it doesn't exist. Only the one with one eye whispered to my ear that on that difficult of access mountain-side, on a feast-day, unfamiliar sounds can be heard, strange brightness can be seen in the sky. And his ancestor is thought to mention something about the strange, high house in the mist.

Dip thoughts in the abyss of night Let the consciousness sleep You pace distant valleys again You see claws of the highest peaks Digging into the magic sky It's night and everything is so clear You came to the edge To the place where he fell Sky is always darker there And poisoned ground remains fruitless The one who fell, shouted only once Breath thrown out of his lungs saturated the air The word that tore the curtain of silence Constantly returns Angel of light I am before Absu I am before Nar Marratu I am before Anu I am before Kia You are surprised by the shape of mountains and slopes? When it happened they were very young Too young and his sliding on hills shadow Didn't give them the stigma Why are you shaking? Does paleness of the sun (worry you)? Does it seem to you That (even) the sun is frightened by this place? Your heart beats too fast When you touch strangely smooth stones Flesh to flesh, soul to soul No man shall rise (before me) I swallow each second (the universe) I am the incarnation of dreams I am the wisdom of all those years You open your eyes, the mountains disappeared And the barren ground, the sun and the air aren't sick anymore There remained the anxiety About the echo rattling somewhere in the nooks of the subconscious