Not native to this planet,
Related to Tsathoggua.
Never leaving its black caverns,
Being part of N'kai.
Obscene monsters form in the mass,
Crawling away from their parent.
Its tentacles grasping them back,
Returning them to the primal mass.
Moreover, some do escape
And live their own ways.
Chaos should not cease
To dominate the world.
O yes, Nyarlathotep;
Will rule!
No wish for harmony,
Of its Golden Age;
It was before the Fall.
Reveling in constant disorder,
But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;
Giving His first allegiance
To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth
Remembering old times of this God.
Cthulhu does side with Him,
But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;
As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,
Who invented this very world...
Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,
As Dagon; the Deep One Lord
And not even he can say
What will happen when there remains
A Princess restored on Her throne,
A Princess on Ebony Bone.
Alhazred was born in Yemen,
Traveling in the known world;
Amassing lore and legend,
And the tales of the fiends.
A writer and a poet,
He was educated much.
Geometry, algebra, Alchemy
And magickal incantations' need.
From the cup of occult knowledge
He drank deep...
Driving a normal person
To madness or beyond.
Alhazred was once a normal man,
With desires like we all can.
He was Arab by birth,
With a pale skin in rebirth.
Being labeled the mad,
As he was once a dad.
But had to eat his child,
By the King of the Palace's might.
He wrote down the Necronomicon,
In more than one song...
The obscure, the forgotten,
The suppressed, the rotten.
Never meant to be read;
It causes insanity with speed.
Not interpreted rationally,
The thoughts cause a rally.
Alhazred was insane,
By the lore he learned within.
But he wrote clear,
With many a tear.
The state of the Universe,
In reality suspense;
Plaything of mad gods at best,
Sewer of evil in the north, south, east, west.
Humans dare not dream of this,
For their peaceful lives they cannot miss.
A warning and guide this book is,
And by the Djinns you do wish.
Alhazred died, not a mystery,
It is written in history.
In the marketplace,
He was erased.
By the Demon from beyond,
Who wanted him gone.
Blood upon the sand,
There he was banned.
In broad daylight,
With many a sight.
He meddled with evil things,
With beings with wings.
He is now dead,
After he bled...
Yidhra she came,
When I was insane.
Witch of the Old Ones,
Knowing the powers beyond.
She came for me
So the Old Ones can be free.
Preparing me
As a vessel for Thee.
The Druids tried to conceal me
In cloaks of pure red silk
But Yidhra could see through
And she did find me.
Only to bring one message:
The Old Ones will return...
Yidhra has many forms,
But none of them include worms.
To create a world-spanning whole,
Including vulturine Y'hath, Xothra;
Who sleep in the Earth
And wakes to devour.
A beautiful woman named Yolanda,
Her true form is unknown.
Mentioned in a few rare Mythos tomes.
The most Ancient Gods,
Prototypes of all the Gods,
Worshiped before humanity;
And all came from one source.
The source is called Mlandoth,
All Gods are manifestations of Him.
Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing
Whom haunts this region of space
Before the solar system was formed,
Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.
Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth
Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,
Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.
Before death was born, She was born;
For untold ages there was life without death,
Life without birth, life unchanging.
But at last death came; birth came;
Life became mortal and mutable,
And thereafter fathers died,
Sons were born, and never the same.
The slime became the worm
And the worm the serpent,
The serpent the yeti of the mountains
And the yeti became man.
Only She escaped death,
Escaped birth.
But She could not escape change,
For all things will change;
The trees of the North must shed their leaves.
She learned to devour the mortal creatures;
From their seed to change Herself,
And to be as all mortal things,
Living forever without birth, without death.
Yig went out of my head,
Wasn't I so sad?
In me male and female snake,
O Yig, please don't be awake.
Fastly in the taxi they put me
O let dead not have me!
But dead again I went,
This is what Nyarlathotep meant.
O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,
A female snake in each human you see.
So Tawil took them all out,
And dropped to the floor humans about.
Zombies were left on the Earth
Everything dead, everything burned.
Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,
This story was never before told...
Dwelling in the interstices between planes,
Composing the Universe.
Manifestation as a conglomeration,
Globes shifting, flowing into another.
Deity of Sorcerers and Wizards,
Granting them great power
To travel between the planes
To see into a plane through crystal globes.
Commanding various monsters
From distant worlds...
Gifts in return,
Opening the way
For Yog-Sothoth
To travel from His domain.
Tawil at'Umr;
Wishing to travel to distant places.
Being the least malignant
Him unveiled
Causes great sacrifice.
Utterly mad,
Destruction on its path.
The Cult of Ne-Pang
Is a Yog-Sothoth Cult.
Order of the Silver Twilight
The Temphill Cult
Claim this name too.
Power to travel within the planes,
Reaching any other time or space.
He is the Key and the Gate.
Opener of the Way,
Wishing to enter this plane.
Yog-Sothoth, archons
God of portals.
Rules all goings in,
Rules all comings out.
Doors are His mouth
Windows are His eyes.
Whenever you cross,
He is aware;
And only when He permits it.
He is the Gate and the Key;
Jealously guarding the portals.
The face of Yog-Sothoth,
The face of the cosmos.
During death and dream,
Liberated from the house of flesh.
Struck out by violent force;
He may lead the soul to any world
He: Nyarlathotep,
Even to the throne of chaos.
Yog-Sothoth cannot be bullied,
Not even by Nyarlathotep.
There is no way to harm Yog-Sothoth
There is no way to kill Him...