Deep in the desert he wandered Three thousand years to this day The land of Egypt was filled with ancient lore Of the dark king who rules on his way The great magician and leader of the horde Of things demonic and decadent All where amazed by his grace Nameless was he the Illusionist Seeking obedience he tortured everyone Who dared resist the Intrusionist He lit the stars in his eyes and one by one Enchanted kneeled and malevolent Praise the dark son of Azathoth! The faceless god of the Bloody Tongue! Don’t fail to see Nyarlathotep If he comes into Providence I’m still shuddering at what he showed He’s the soul of the Outer Gods The black heart of Yog-Sothoth And he haunts one for hours afterwards Ny-a-rla-tho-tep (The dweller in darkness who rules with his magic) Ny-a-rla-tho-tep Ny-a-rla-tho-tep Ny-a-rla-tho-tep

The sun is falling behind The hills I see through my window I feel my time here is clearly running out And as I write these last words My thoughts are too dark and horrid As I recall my adventure I’m reaching out to all mankind During the war When my ship Was held captive I managed to flee in a boat No land in sight Just the sky and the Atlantic Desperately seeking for a shore Sleeping from exhaustion in the sea Dreaming of the seabed underneath One day I woke up and was sucked into a slimy black mire It seemed like the seabed had surfaced somehow A vast marsh of black slime was spreading beneath my feet and Dead fish were rotting under the blazing sun I crawled into my stranded boat in fear I stood still - there was nothing I could hear The vanished sea had only left behind The rotten stench of death that filled my mind The night fell and I felt secure to explore this new land To seek water and food and the means to escape Once again but this time not from men but from madness and death And from things that should not walk this earth My eyes got used to the moonlight that saved me from falling straight into a Stygian chasm And across I could see a stone mass that was tall as a building and carved with shapes older than man There a beast emerged right from the depths Just like a hellish god One-eyed serpent face, it bowed it’s head And made a monstrous roar Next thing I knew I was lying in bed and Around me where sailors with a doctor in charge Their ship had found me adrift in the ocean And they’d pulled me up A sorry body dressed in rags Still I wish all these were just a dream A grim delusion stillborn in the sea But when I turned my palms towards my face I saw dark stains of tar marking my fate

Sarnath, great city of the ancient realms Wonder of the world and pride of men Mighty kingdom and a pilgrimage in Dreamlands Your walls were built on death your towers on despair Sarnath the day they marched across the lake Frozen were the hearts of all your men Frozen waters holding death onto their surface For the stone-city of Ib the end was then at hand Nothing was spared of the archaic Ib Except a greenish stone idol That was resembling Bokrug the great lizard-god This the young warriors brought back as a loot A sign of dominion and power Night it was set up inside the great temple of Sarnath Taran-Ish the high priest cursed the ugly lizard god When the sun rose he was dead and the stone idol gone On the altar he had written a sign Of the city's impending doom When they found him fear had widened his eyes Which reflected the crescent moon Aeons have passed and the vast spur of land Around the lake was all conquered Sarnath grew mighty and learned in the kingdom of men A thousand years of prosperity, wealth and success was its king celebrating Everyone gathered to honor the rulers of Sarnath All the fools are celebrating While the dark lake is awaking From its depths their doom is coming Deadlights shine the utter warning