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Convocation Of Crawling ChaosAs the sun sets and the moon is risen, a sense of dread is blown on the horizonTimeless blasphemies lurk in obscured places Amongst ancient ruins, under shrouds of nocturn, hooded figures gather to perform unholy sacraments "Ea! Ea! Nyarlathotep!" The sun will die heralding an aeon of obscurity "Ea! Ea! Nyarlathotep!" In pestilent dreams his spectre is vicinal Between realities I slip... Here, the vile pounding of distant drums and the dissonance of tuneless flutes resound |