‘If any one of them can explain it,’ said Alice, (she had grown so large in the last few minutes that she wasn’t a bit afraid of interrupting him,) ‘I’ll give him sixpence. ‘That’s the most important piece of evidence we’ve heard yet,’ said the King, rubbing his hands ‘so now let the jury-‘ These were the verses the White Rabbit read:. ‘Begin at the beginning,’ the King said gravely, ‘and go on till you come to the end: then stop.’ ‘Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?’ he asked. ‘Why, you don’t even know what they’re about!’ ‘It proves nothing of the sort!’ said Alice. There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first really clever thing the King had said that day. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.Ī sinister, sinuous incense of summoning, a herald and paean to the Primordial Gods of Darkness, Chaos, Madness and Decay. After summer is winter, and after winter summer. Man rules now where They ruled once They shall soon rule where man rules now. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones where Their seal is engraven, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness.
They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man’s truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. He knows where They have trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.
He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth’s masters, or that the common bulk of life and substances walks alone. This is the original title of the feared Necronomicon, the Book of Dead Names, penned by the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred. An Arabic term that refers to both the chirping of nocturnal insects and the ambient sound made by the chattering of demons.
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