Nyarlathotep: The Crawling Chaos! I am the last . . . I will tell thee audient void. . . . I do not recall distinctly when it began. I have arisen out of the blackness of twenty seven centuries! Hideous whispers speak to me from another dimension. Swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into something yet strange. Horrible and impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings. Feeding upon the nightmares of the innocent! How tasty! Feeding upon the nightmares of the innocent! Blood gushes in the streeeets! Feeding upon the nightmares of the innocent! How tasty! A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnight's of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars, Oh they flicker so low. Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. I have drifted between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of the unimaginable. Nyarlathotep haunts your worst nightmares. Through the stifling night and up the endless stairs, into the choking room. Shadowed on a screen I saw hooded forms amidst ruins. Yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments. X2 The Crawling Chaos seeps into your mind through your darkest nightmares. Endless darkness brought forth from the blackest gates of old. X2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
