Nyarlathotep Songtext
von The Great Old Ones

He is the scourge
He is the wounds
He is the purge who brings the final dooms
The plague of mental madness
The peddler of total sadness

In a dark procession he walks slowly
In a cold depression serenely
He is them
They are him
Prodigy of the gods′ brain
The grim

Coming from a land of fire
As a messenger of the impious
Of the false beliefs
The purifier and the callous


A sudden attraction
Forges me to follow the crowd
In a morbid fascination
I let myself be wowed

Despite my cartesian mind
The eyes of the black pharaoh
Make my conscience blind
In a cry of absurd woe

"Soon from the sea a noxious birth began
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play
The idiot chaos blew earth's dust away"

"Alors écrasant ce qu′il avait eu l'occasion de modeler
Le chaos idiot balaya la poussière de la terre"

Now floating in unholy rivers
I see the twilight
In the mirror of sinners
I see the night


Cause of the infinite and countless worlds
He is the whole of the tenebrous and ultimate gods
He is the soul