As the sun sets and the moon is risen, a sense of dread is blown on the horizon Timeless blasphemies lurk in obscured places Amongst ancient ruins, under shrouds of nocturn, hooded figures gather to perform unholy sacraments "Ea! Ea! Nyarlathotep!" The sun will die heralding an aeon of obscurity "Ea! Ea! Nyarlathotep!" In pestilent dreams his spectre is vicinal Between realities I slip... Here, the vile pounding of distant drums and the dissonance of tuneless flutes resoundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
