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[The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the of the Sinistrous):]
For it is the iniquity of man which him to these tenebrous gates,
seeking opiate and the alluring embrace of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted beneath the moon with repellent fiends, and
liberated virgins from the burden of maidenhood.
(Supping deep of that sweet ichor and revelling in the megrims my
tongue has wrought.)
Tyrannic I am the Serpent dwells, the lissome embrace of the succubi,
Like a in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned beneath black
nether-skies.
Shadows stalk the viscid gloom, (beware the) of the assassins,
The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal is shattered,
A of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire,
Hearken to the slithering, the kiss of night.
[The Imperator of the Night (Thus Spake the of Shadows):]
Such adoration upon me beneath the cryptic moon!
Caressed by ululant tongues...
(Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the of
shadow, and let the deluded, sybarites flee in terror from that
darkness which profess to embrace!)
Beyond the of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, I bring
the iridescent of forbidden truth, seared 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, vile so terrible sweet madness is a redolent
balm!
Imperator of the Night (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):]
I glut the maw of that ineffable 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 five of my party, the terrified survivors
with the first wan light of dawn. The fiends seemed inexplicably to
be an extension of the night, as if their misshapen were actually
somehow of the darkness itself. Even as I gazed directly at them,
I found I not truly focus on their stygian forms... their bodies
appearing to shimmer and shift like the ripples of a heat-haze upon an
plain. My ammunition, discharged in vain, is all but spent... and now, as
unfurls its malign wings once more to enshroud this desolate and
place, I wait alone for the sunrise I I shall never see. At dusk I
discovered a alcove in the time-raught surface of the great monolith
which stands as a mute before the entrance to the colossal temple;
a moss encrusted crevice concealed the eyes of man for I know not how
long. As the darkness massed about me, a strange seemed to grip my mind
in tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld that 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
only in the blackest embrace of the most narcotic malignity. are Six
Keys To The Onyx Pyramid, conceal a terrifying truth never intended to
be grasped by the woefully fragile of Man. I now pray that no unfortunate
ever again stumbles as close as I to those cryptic axioms which lie ever
in wait between the incorporeal of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the divinity which once I worshipped, but I it would echo
emptily through the abyssal of the unheeding cosmos. As I scrawl this
final entry in my journal, the sun sinks with a chilling finality this
now alien horizon. I know the shadowy figures shall return to claim me.
I must fortify for the onset of the night...