Al Azif (2004 LP)
| 1. | Al Azif | ||
| 2. | The Shadow of Nyarlathotep | ||
| 3. | Behind the Wings of Cthulhu | ||
| 4. | In the Strange High House in the Mist | ||
| 5. | Angel of Light | ||
| 6. | July Afternoon | ||
1. Al Azif
On a sun burned plain
Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins
Of the city of columns where
No man has ever lived
I stand in the middle of the circle of salt
I draw with my crow claw
The name of the ancients
Who are remembered only by the time
In the name of Nyarlathotep
I conjure Yog Sothoth
"The one who lives among shadows"
To show me the way
I tremble seeing how the eye of the moon
Uncovers pale stumps of the ancient city
Like claws of the gigantic corpse
Shining venomous glare of decay
I fall on my face, in the middle of the circle
I twist and twine in pain
Something stitched my bowels
Like oil, was poured into my bones
Heaven was covered by the misty glow
Stinking and cold - unimaginabily evil
"The one who has no name" noticed me
From behind the abyss of time and the angles of space...
I heard the hum of worms
And the flapping of millions of small wings
I know that my time is running out
Becuse "The one who has no name" leads me...
For my name is Abdul Alhazred
And I wrote down the names of unknown creatures
I will be cursed by nations and gods
As long as the human race thinks that it rules the world...
Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins
Of the city of columns where
No man has ever lived
I stand in the middle of the circle of salt
I draw with my crow claw
The name of the ancients
Who are remembered only by the time
In the name of Nyarlathotep
I conjure Yog Sothoth
"The one who lives among shadows"
To show me the way
I tremble seeing how the eye of the moon
Uncovers pale stumps of the ancient city
Like claws of the gigantic corpse
Shining venomous glare of decay
I fall on my face, in the middle of the circle
I twist and twine in pain
Something stitched my bowels
Like oil, was poured into my bones
Heaven was covered by the misty glow
Stinking and cold - unimaginabily evil
"The one who has no name" noticed me
From behind the abyss of time and the angles of space...
I heard the hum of worms
And the flapping of millions of small wings
I know that my time is running out
Becuse "The one who has no name" leads me...
For my name is Abdul Alhazred
And I wrote down the names of unknown creatures
I will be cursed by nations and gods
As long as the human race thinks that it rules the world...
2. The Shadow of Nyarlathotep
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-hawkâ'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
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-hawkâ'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
3. Behind the Wings of Cthulhu
Through the night howl in the sky
Through the hoof-beats of thunders
In the cry of the unborn child
In the shadow of the past
Beyond the thin line of the horizon
Beyond the most daring visions of poets
The myth that reached the verges of everything was born
Ate the gods and cast the shadow over the universe
And in its shade was born again
Being absent, it wanders among us
Dwells in every atom of the world
Deludes minds and souls
Of the sensitive creatures that call themselves
Its chosen ones
Now, it is a source of knowledge for us
Showing us the way we will walk on
Pointing the goals we want to achieve
In the shadow of its membrane wings
As long as the abysses of the ocean
and curved spaces of the universe
Remain undiscovered mystery
So long as he remains the first god in the pantheon
Forever
When you will see a phantom shadow
In the night sky beware
Even if it is only a dream
You will recognize him seeing his washed away, full of tentacles face
And the pair of membrane wings
Which will tuck in the night and the world and you
It will be the time of the awakening
Of the great Cthulhu
Through the hoof-beats of thunders
In the cry of the unborn child
In the shadow of the past
Beyond the thin line of the horizon
Beyond the most daring visions of poets
The myth that reached the verges of everything was born
Ate the gods and cast the shadow over the universe
And in its shade was born again
Being absent, it wanders among us
Dwells in every atom of the world
Deludes minds and souls
Of the sensitive creatures that call themselves
Its chosen ones
Now, it is a source of knowledge for us
Showing us the way we will walk on
Pointing the goals we want to achieve
In the shadow of its membrane wings
As long as the abysses of the ocean
and curved spaces of the universe
Remain undiscovered mystery
So long as he remains the first god in the pantheon
Forever
When you will see a phantom shadow
In the night sky beware
Even if it is only a dream
You will recognize him seeing his washed away, full of tentacles face
And the pair of membrane wings
Which will tuck in the night and the world and you
It will be the time of the awakening
Of the great Cthulhu
4. In the Strange High House in the Mist
