Resonant Echoes from Cosmos of Old
The all-seeing, reality warping Locked outside the universe Sight and knowledge Of space and time The mass of glowing orbs The lurker at the threshold Nug! Yaboo! Yeb! Tsathoggua! Gravitons Passing through Yog-Sothoth The Nameless Mist and Darkness The Nameless Mist is Yog-Sothoth Darkness may be a representation matter And Shub-Niggurath may be a portion of The matter that passed through Yog-Sothoth into our space-time And the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Azathoth, the slumbering, sightless prince of daemons, who dwells dreaming in the center of rippling chaos beyond the ordered universe in a palace whose dimensions defy all conceivable geometries, and whose malicious idiocy birthed the world, thinks you’re garbage Out in the mindless void the daemon bore me, Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space, Till neither time nor matter stretched before me, But only chaos, without form or place Here the vast lord of all in darkness muttered things he had dreamed but could not understand, while near him shapeless bat-things flopped and fluttered in idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of Nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity whence flow the aimless waves whose chance combining gives each frail cosmos its eternal law Whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of cursed flutes They danced insanely to the high clutched in a monstrous paw “I am his messenger,” the daemon said, as in contempt he struck his master’s head Azathoth! Azathoth! Azathoth! The boundless daemon prince Yog-Sothoth! Yog-Sothoth! Yog-Sothoth! The being, a congeries of iridescent spheres
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In the midnight heavens burning Thro’ ethereal deeps afar, Once I watch’d with restless yearning An alluring, aureate star; Ev’ry eye aloft returning, Gleaming nigh the Arctic car. Mystic waves of beauty blended With the gorgeous golden rays; Phantasies of bliss descended In a myrrh’d Elysian haze; And in lyre-born chords extended Harmonies of Lydian lays. There (thought I) lies scenes of pleasure, Where the free and blessed dwell, And each moment bears a treasure Freighted with a lotus-spell, And there floats a liquid measure From the lute of Israfel. There (I told myself) were shining Worlds of happiness unknown, Peace and Innocence entwining By the Crowned Virtue’s throne; Men of light, their thoughts refining Purer, fairer, than our own. Thus I mus’d, when o’er the vision Crept a red delirious change; Hope dissolving to derision, Beauty to distortion strange; Hymnic chords in weird collision, Spectral sights in endless range. Crimson burn’d the star of sadness As behind the beams I peer’d; All was woe that seem’d but gladness Ere my gaze with truth was sear’d; Cacodaemons, mir’d with madness, Thro’ the fever’d flick’ring leer’d. Now I know the fiendish fable That the golden glitter bore; Now I shun the spangled sable That I watch’d and lov’d before; But the horror, set and stable, Haunts my soul for evermore.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Frenzied oracles foretelling the ascent from fathomless gloom of the one abiding in the depths from beyond, almighty terror On the black midnight wind I heard the far ringing of deep-toned bells through gateways of recalling beckoned me back to elder towers Fused into one mysterious cosmic drone Echoes from outer voids Elder signs and primal secrets Wrapped in red as scarlet flame Linked with all the laws of time and space Certain ancient things form a trace, a sign of continuity I knew that through the cosmic dome those rays were calling from my far lost home Standing in primordial ruin, the dreamless one Endless desolation, oblivious darkness Onwards, bring the light to me For it is time to show thy power Down the vastness in starlit streams of hours where the great river begins it’s course the source of every unplaced memory lurks beyond man’s present comprehension That lost world floating dimly on time’s stream I do not know if ever it existed And shimmering at the back of some indistinct dream And yet I see it often, violet-misted the nether pits to those foul grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare’s well he welcomes me into his amorphous grasp In labyrinths obscure and undefined
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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The vast evening star in this haunting solitude The vague visions of dim sunsets trembled Pale auroras glow distorted projections Feeble moonlight sheds a spectral luster Endless time had chilled and petrified where night reigned nebulous and black Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas Foul air bursts from the voids that deployed beyond Those hollow cliffs past the sprawling lakes were the lost passage to dark walls of ancient crypts obscured by mist There I was whispering as memories of infinitude embrace me In the lost region from the world of clay a marble tower where the last Elder One lives on alone Talking to chaos with the beat of drums Dark stones round an altar whose carved sign invokes that nameless one to whom a thousand smokes rose Under the three moons, a rift in the horizon’s wall Opening to worlds where only gods can be Imperious pillars as the flame takes form The Elder One chanting praises for the Headless God
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026