"At the time it was all horribly real, and nothing can ever efface the memory of those nighted crypts and those half-formed shapes of hell that strode gigantically in silence, holding half-eaten things whose still surviving portions screamed for mercy or laughed with madness. Odours of incense and corruption joined in sickening concert, and the black air was alive with the semi-visible bulk of shapeless elemental things with eyes." H.P. Lovecraft
And in the midst of this holocaust of horror, a cabalistic formula was chanted:
"Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, look favourably on our sacrifices!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
