The old ones, the archaic which are not, the old ones who will be, unseized formations but not in the planes we perceive, they lurk, unmoved, multi-dimensioned and concealed. And the ones, those who pass never repent, for in this expanse, transcending the body, shapes of darkness, the formless forms that conquer and restrain

Kanda… Es-trada.. Montos… Ea-grets… Gat… Nos-feratos… Kanda… Amantos… Kanda

Seeker of knowledge, come to me. Seeker of the gate, and the key to the past, present, future, unseen and foul, where the worlds have fallen and risen

Nameless incantation

ΑΠΕΡΙΓΡΑΠΤΟΣ
AΠΕΡΑΝΤΟΣ

Tantir ah-mis trobeen hazarta, Tantir-man-ov man siz on hazan-sobar

ΑΙΩΝΙΟΣ
ΑΜΕΤΡΗΤΟΣ

Ornament of this eternal place

AΦΘΑΡΤΟΣ
AΝΙΚΗΤΟΣ

Great holes secretly digged where earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl

ΔΥΣΟΙΩΝΟΣ
ΠΟΛΥΣΥΜΠΑΝΤΟΣ

They dwell in the inmost adyta, they emerge betimes from the shutten sepulchre of haughty bronze and the primeval grave that is sealed with clay

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