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[The of the Night (Hearken to the Attestation of the Sinistrous):]
For it is the of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates,
seeking opiate dreams and the alluring of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned 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 where the dwells, the lissome embrace of the succubi,
Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned black
nether-skies.
Shadows the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins,
The call of in the air, the crystal skull is shattered,
A veil of about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire,
Hearken to the slithering, the kiss of night.
[The of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such adoration bestowed me beneath the cryptic moon!
Caressed by ululant tongues...
(Behold the true purity of which lurks concealed beneath the mantle of
shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites in terror from that
which they profess to embrace!)
Beyond the spheres of and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, I bring
the glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy!
For amorphous they come, steeped in the fetor of ten years,
Abhorrent spawned from the sinistrous cosmic spheres.
And upon their tongues, vile secrets so terrible madness is a redolent
balm!
[The Imperator of the (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):]
I shall glut the maw of that nameless evil which lurks forever in
the soul of man, for so it is written in the of Shadows...
[29 October,
They came in the night, and butchered five of my party, the terrified
fleeing with the first wan light of dawn. The fiends seemed to
be an extension of the night, as if their misshapen bodies were
composed of the darkness itself. Even as I gazed directly at them,
I found I could not truly focus on their stygian forms... bodies
appearing to shimmer and shift like the of a heat-haze upon an arid
plain. My ammunition, in vain, is all but spent... and now, as night
unfurls its malign wings once to enshroud this desolate and forsaken
place, I wait alone for the sunrise I fear I shall never see. At I
discovered a hidden alcove in the time-raught surface of the great
which stands as a mute sentinel before the entrance to the temple;
a moss crevice concealed from the eyes of man for I know not how
long. As the darkness massed about me, a strange miasma seemed to my mind
in tenebrous tendrils, and I that horrifying and immemorial edifice
which I now feel certain once cast its diabolical shadow upon the of the
Sun. It is all true, everything I feared, everything which I dared
in the blackest embrace of the most 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
soul ever again stumbles as close as I to 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 echo
through 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 fortify myself for the onset of the night...