Thursday, November 09, 2006


That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die
“They were not composed altogether of flesh and blood. They had shape...but that shape was not made of matter. When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never really die. They all lay in stone houses in Their great city of R'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for them
The secret priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth....Then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom”.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, which translates as In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.


Blogger De.vile said...

These secret troves of words that you carry in your head, I cant stop praising them.

Lovecraft should have Wolf At The Door for a soundtrack. Devastating.

November 9, 2006 at 10:57 AM  
Blogger saby said...

heavy stuff

November 10, 2006 at 9:51 AM  

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