colossal towers far in the horizon a reflection from the dark past a shadow from the Time before time a memory of a divine dominion distant piping of a cosmic flute a hymn so high, a sound so strange

When I was a child wandered Through meadows, my time squandered, Lost in the sweet nostalgia, Was looking for A way in my dreams. When I have the Silver Key It will be too late to flee. The G

(*Music & Lyrics by Corpse) Yiii-eeee Nyarlathothep!* Whispering of the faceless Devouring sorrow of the earth Walker of the cold wastes A shadow out of time Mesmerizing! Yiii-eeee Nyarlathoth