A single word was written: "Rache!"

Tyrants have arisen from the seas
And descended from the stars.
An ancient royalty returned,
To what is their rightful dominion.

The most complete form of submission.

We embraced their domination,
As if we ever had a choice.
We have our freedom, as long as they will it.
We have our minds, as long as they permit it.
All hail the new royalty!

All hail the old royalty!
They will feast upon the minds of the innocent,
'Till there's nothing left but skin and pit.

There is a price that we must pay for peace and prosperity.
All it takes is two blind eyes to deny our impending doom.
Our doom!

Tyrants have arisen from the seas
And descended from the stars.
Yet this might still be the better of evils,
For there's something stirring in the east.

Will-o'-the wisp, don't glad about.
On Brocken's summit you'll lead our way.
For I'm the master of this place and
I will blow your lantern out.

We'll now attend Walpurgis night,
Experience lust on a higher level.
We'll mix with daughters of the devil,
Depraved bodies of such delight.

And fire, such fire!
Its beauty unmatched.
A glorious prelude
To Satan's arrival.

Dies Irae, dies illa. (Day of wrath and terror looming)
Solvet Saeclum in favilla. (Heaven and earth to ash consuming)
Judex ergo cum sedebit, (Then the judge will sit, revealing)
Quidquid latet adparebit, (every hidden thought and feeling)
Nil inultum remanebit. (Unto each requitel dealing?)
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? (What shall wretched I be crying.)
Quem patronum rogaturus? (To what friend for succour flying,)
Cum vix justus sit securus. (when the just in fear are sighing?)

He speaks in tongues and yet they understand.
Of he-goats and she-goats, of phallus and cunts.
They bow at his altar, give ear to his words and kiss his backside.
Vassals: good and true.

"I don't know what they're stewing and brewing.
A witches' coven. Ride on! Ride on!"
Ad Majorem Satanae Gloriam!

I have seen her transform from woman to man,
From man to beast and from beast to worse:
The daughter of Eve and Pan.

A spawn of nature, amoral at its core,
Surpasses concepts of good and evil.
?And still I witnessed pure darkness in her eyes.
She took every ounce of joy from my life.

I have seen the great god Pan!
Witnessed its true form, neither man nor beast.
Aaaargh! I have seen Pan!
Left me corrupted, both body and soul!

Should we realize the horrors that lay lurking
Through the cracks in the walls that protect our world.

And the shadows in the cave of our perception,
With an origin of pure malevolence.
And the shadows in the cave of our perception
Are breathing pure malevolence.

And still I witnessed pure darkness in her eyes.
She took every ounce of joy from my life.
Argh! Lost, never to be regained.

Even though we're convinced that knowledge equals power,
There is comfort in not knowing the shadow's origin.
Often ignorance is the greatest bliss.

It was revealed to me, in darkest of nights, amidst the filth,
The heirs to the mongrels that once crowded these streets.
At the Red Hook, where the stench of murder still reeks,
Of infants young; mere lambs for the slaughter.

I've been shown, been told, been made to feel the Ur-Syntax.
The glory of Aklo.
This knowledge mends and shatters my brain.
Pure clarity! Fhtagn no longer!

Wza-Y'ei!
Dho-Hna!
Yr Nhhngr!

"It's the end and the beginning. He's beneath the waters now,
But soon, in (only) a few months, he will come forth.
?And until then he sleeps.
?And until then he sleeps and dreams."

I too have been shown it's ways, in a city so old,
Guided by the crawling chaos.

He showed me the error that one finds in interpretation
And the terror that lies ahead.

"Nyarlathotep!"
That is not dead which can eternal lie.
I've been shown the nature of (the) seed inside this womb
And the future of ill-fated mankind.
Of aeons that are yet to come. The time is nigh.
How strange those times will be!

Here we are?
Here we'll discover which one,
One of us, is not what he seems.

We brought it upon ourselves,
By touching what shouldn't be touched,
And unearthing what should have been left to rest.
Some secrets should remain buried.

It came from another sun, a star beyond stars,
From a world with a bluer sun.
(But) now it dwells here,
Unleashed from its ice-cold cell,
With no other purpose then to procreate.

There is no co-existence;
If it survives, we die.
Unprophesied extinction.
Shape shifting horror, awoken from your catacomb,
Buried for millions of years
In the shadows of these cursed mountains of madness.
May your kingdom never come.

If you were ever to witness my true form,
You'd find your sanity shattered to pieces.
For I am evil incarnate, manifestation of nightmares.

I am the eater of worlds and my hunger is endless.
And since I'm eternal I will not stop 'til all is consumed,
'Til nothing remains, 'til all flesh is ripped
And the last fear is drained.

Let my disguises fool you into believing,
That joy and happiness lie just around the corner.
Ignore the faint, rotten stench that you might smell
And instead focus on the promises of laughter.
And there will be laughter!
Yes, there will be laughter.

"He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts."

Stare into my deadlights and behold my true form.
I couldn't care less for your well-being.
For I am driven by an endless hunger for fear and flesh.
?By an endless hunger for fear and flesh.

That which was old when the earth was young?
That of which horrible songs were sung?
Deeply ingrained in this here soil?
Since long a part of us.
Stare into my deadlights and behold my true form.
The flesh tastes better when you're scared.

Welcome, my honored guests.
Please enter these chambers
And rid yourselves of somber thought.
For this plague has been locked outside these walls
That lowly peasants will find impossible to breach.

We'll feast throughout the months,
And let decadence carry us away,
While death reigns outside.
A feast to lighten the mood.
Such frivolity and joy! Oh, it suits this place.
One chamber for every sin.

We indulge ourselves, in the pleasures of this earthly life
But the sounding of the clock
Reminds us of the fragility of our mortality.

An unwanted stranger appeared!
His aura foreboding. He's here, he's here!
A red masked stranger appeared!
His aura foreboding. He's here, he's here!
An unwanted stranger appeared!
His aura foreboding. He's here, he's here!

Behold red death's mask.
He entered our sanctuary like a thief in the night.
No nobleman, landlord or king will be safe
From these cold hands, so eager to snuff out our lives.

I'a Dagon! I'al sacred Mother Hydra!
The time has come for me to take the secret oaths!
A first oath of faith, a second oath of servitude,
A third oath of procreation. Our bloodlines, forever mingled.

And I shall gladly rid myself of my human shell.
A first oath of secrecy, a second oath confirms my subjugation,
A final oath promises the continuation of your bloodline.

In thy name let us behold,
The father who inhabits the depths beyond the Devil's Reef!

Depths that I've haunted in feverish dreams.
Hail to the ancient dreams!

The Esoteric Order of Dagon, the only way to enlightenment.
Through it I discovered past, present, future
And the fate of mankind.
Not a fate that will be fulfilled on land.
The true evolution lies under the waves.
In thy name let us behold the father.

From the depths of the water I come
And from the depths
The Deep ones also have come!
Hail to the ancient dreams! Hail to Dagon!

Through black abysses, to Cyclopean
And many-columned Y'ha-nthlei.
?And in the lair of the deep ones we'll dwell,
Amidst wonder and glory forever!

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.