Book 3: The Eye Yog-Sothoth - Abgott

The Beings hearth has no limits

No devils no demons in the night contemplated

By drowned sages in hate whirls terror

Knowledge of the High Race crossing the Threshold

Called from a distance of immemorial eons

No life no dead no time no theories

I had follow your way towards us

Before you know I felt you to arrive to our own existence

Upon the unbounded cave threshold

Show Tomb Yog-Sothoth inconceivable only monstrous

Carnal trouble obscene and absurd geometry

With new blasphemous laws

Flautes too much acute, too much graves played by lunatic.

Insane

Inside deep cave

Obsessive, chaotic, oppressive

Qui la porta convessa di diamante nero

It opens wide on the abyssal endless

Space from the eternal blasphemous spaces

Leng blasphemous tangle held in life and existence by a Will

Thinking and holding it

The Guide a throne in our Eternity border line

A day spheres will be in propitious