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[The of the Night (Hearken to the Attestation of the Sinistrous):]
For it is the iniquity of man which him to these tenebrous gates,
seeking opiate dreams and the embrace of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted the horned moon with repellent fiends, and
liberated virgins the burden of their maidenhood.
(Supping deep of that sweet and revelling in the sanguineous megrims my
tongue has wrought.)
Tyrannic I am the Serpent dwells, the lissome embrace of the succubi,
Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, beneath black
nether-skies.
Shadows stalk the gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins,
The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the skull is shattered,
A veil of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) and fire,
Hearken to the slithering, the envenomed of night.
[The Imperator of the Night (Thus the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such adoration upon me beneath the cryptic moon!
Caressed by lotus-stained tongues...
(Behold the true purity of that which concealed beneath the mantle of
shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites in terror from that
darkness which they to embrace!)
Beyond the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, I
the iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, in the crucible of blasphemy!
For amorphous they come, steeped in the fetor of ten years,
Abhorrent colossi spawned from the sinistrous spheres.
And upon their tongues, secrets so terrible sweet madness is a redolent
balm!
[The Imperator of the (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):]
I shall glut the maw of ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in
the of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows...
[29 October,
came in the night, and butchered five of my party, the terrified survivors
fleeing with the first wan light of dawn. The fiends seemed to
be an extension of the night, as if their misshapen were actually
somehow composed of the darkness itself. Even as I gazed at them,
I found I could not truly focus on their forms... their bodies
appearing to shimmer and like the ripples of a heat-haze upon an arid
plain. My ammunition, discharged in vain, is all but spent... and now, as
unfurls its malign wings once to enshroud this desolate and forsaken
place, I wait alone for the I fear I shall never see. At dusk I
discovered a hidden alcove in the time-raught surface of the monolith
which stands as a mute sentinel the entrance to the colossal temple;
a moss encrusted crevice concealed the eyes of man for I know not how
long. As the darkness about me, a strange miasma seemed to grip my mind
in tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld horrifying and immemorial edifice
which I now feel certain once its diabolical shadow upon the Gate of the
Sun. It is all true, everything I feared, which I dared imagine
only in the blackest embrace of the narcotic malignity. There are Six
Keys To The Onyx Pyramid, conceal a terrifying truth never intended to
be grasped by the woefully fragile mind of Man. I now pray that no
ever again stumbles as close as I to those cryptic axioms which lie ever
in wait between the veils of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the divinity which once I worshipped, but I know it would
emptily the abyssal reaches of the unheeding cosmos. As I scrawl this
final entry in my journal, the sun with a chilling finality below this
now alien horizon. I know the figures shall soon return to claim me.
I must fortify myself for the of the night...