April Ethereal

The Shadow Of Nyarlathotep

April Ethereal


He is beside skulked not hidden 
He looks and listens for the omen of the right time 
To open the gates for them... 
He is not a guard of the gate 
He is a silver key 
Time and space are his poisoned arms 
He is the essence of the old gods 
Everything and one - Nyarlathotep 

In wisdom and madness of the ancient Arab 
His true name is buried 
And christened by the blood of millions unknown races 
It is a stigma of evil in the ocean of the Universe 
I got to know his mystery 
Living messenger of gods 
Who can see with our eyes 
Dreams our dreams 
Breathes the same air... 

He became a human assuming the form strange to his nature 

Stepped down among humans 
He is everyone and he is in everyone 
Close is the time 
When the human hands 
Will uncover twisted, sparrow-hawk's claws 
And at night, in the mist tangled by the poisoned wind 
He will find the gates older than the human race 
Behind which, the tangles of Azathoth twist... 

...he departs to his branch 
The black emperor of not extinguished flames 
In the smoke of incense, among the whispers of priests 
The stigma of his name will remain marked 
Pronouncing his blasphemous name 
You make him present 
Beware, beware, then he will see you 

Only the engravings tainted by his shadow remained 
In the ruins of forgotten cities 
Hidden in the desert sands 
And in the abysses of the deepest oceans 
The frosty Kadath called him 
Out there, he awaits the time 
When the Earth will be young again