Deep is the day and slower than night
Whose Gulf is the starry Night
Mad, somber, faceless forms,
Blind masks of bale, woe and fear.
Dreams uncomforted, lying awake;
I rouse the All-In-One; Dead by Dawn!
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.
You think I don't know what insanity is?
I am schizofrenic myself...
I went through horrible madness,
But now I'm doing well...
So yes, here are my pretty words,
Of someone doing extremely well
While in fact I am the worst case,
Of the sanitarium patients at all!
But I'm being protected,
By the messenger that is...
Darkness, O yes I love it,
But it's not who I am.
Opposites attract
I do love the dark side.
But evil I ain't yet,
Or I must be mad.
My soul is composed,
Of light and dark.
My soulmate is evil,
And I am good.
Being One and One,
Nyarlathotep I call.
But these two sides,
Are Yog-Sothis alive!
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...
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.