Necrotic Texts
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
The Mad Arab's Testimony - part one
"This is the story about everything I've seen and learned in the years i had the three seals of Masschu. I have seen a thousand and one moon and this is truly enough for one life-time, even though they say the prophets lived a lot longer. I am weak and rickety and I carry deep lethargy and exhaustion, and an abyss dwells in my chest as a dim lamp. I am old.
The wolves howls my name at midnight and the clam, fawning voices calls me from beyond. And a much closer voice wants to roar unholy unrest in my ear. The burden of my soul will decide where to be put down. But before this, I have to tell everything I know about the monstrousities outside and that lies waiting before every door of humans; this is an old secret brought on from ancient times, but has been forgotten by most except for a few: the Old Ones worshippers (may their names be deleted!)
In case I do not end this work, precieve what is written and make account for the rest. For the time is short and mankind do not know nothing about the evil, nor understands it, that these lurks on every corner, from every open dorway, from every torn down protective wall, and from every dull priest by the altar of madness.
This is the Book of the Dead, the Book about the Black Earth, which I, in mortal danger, have written exactly as I received it on the Igigi- plains from the hideous, heavenly spirits, beyond the wanderers of the desert...
* that is not dead, which can eternal lie
yet even with strange eons, even death may die...
Index Necronomicon I meet myth