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.Know that our years are the years of WarAnd our days are measured as battlesAnd every hour is a LifeLost to the OutsideThose from WithoutHave builded up charnel housesTo nourish the fiends of TIAMATAnd the Blood of the weakest hereIs libation unto TIAMATQueen of the GhoulsWreaker of PainAnd to invoke herThe Red Water of LifeNeed be split on a stoneThe stone struck with a sword That hath slain eleven menSacrifices to HUBURSo that the Strike ringeth outAnd call TIAMAT from Her slumberFrom her sleep in the CavernsOf the Earth.And none may dare entreat furtherFor to invoke Death is to utterThe final prayer.IIOf the Generations of the Ancient OnesUTUKK XULThe account of the generationsOf the Ancient Ones here renderedOf the generations of the Ancient OnesHere remembered.Cold and Rain that erode all thingsThey are the Evil SpiritsIn the creation of ANU spawnedPlague GodsPAZUZUAnd the Beloved Sons of ENGThe Offspring of NINNKIGALRending in pieces on high Bringing destruction belowThey are Children of the UnderworldLoudly roaring on highGibbering loathsomely belowThey are the bitter venom of the Gods.The great storms directed from heavenThose are theyThe Owl, Messenger of UGGILord of DeathThose they areTHEY ARE THE CHILDRENBORN OF EARTHTHAT IN THE CREATION OF ANU WERE SPAWNED.The highest wallsThe thickest wallsThe strongest wallsLike a flood they passFrom house to houseThey ravageNo door can shut them outNo bolt can turn them backThrough the door like snakes they slideThrough the bolts like winds they blowPulling the wife from the embrace of the husbandSnatching the child from the loins of manBanishing the man from his home, his landTHEY ARE THE BURNING PAINTHAT PRESSETH ITSELF ON THE BACK OF MAN.THEY ARE GHOULSThe spirit of the harlot that hath died in the streetsThe spirit of the woman that hath died in childbirthThe spirit of the woman that hath dies, weeping with a babe at the breastThe spirit of an evil manOne that haunteth the streetsOr one that haunteth the bed.They are Seven!Seven are they!Those Seven were born in the Mountains of MASHUCalled MagickThey dwell within the Caverns of the EarthAmid the desolate places of the Earth they liveAmid the places betweenThe PlacesUnknown in heaven and in earthThey are arrayed in terrorAmong the Elder Gods there is no knowledge of themThey have no nameNot in heavenNor on earthThey ride over the Mountain of SunsetAnd on the Mountain of Dawn they cryThrough the Caverns of the Earth they creepAmid the desolate places of the Earth they lieNowhere are they knownNot in heavenNor in the Earth Are they discoveredFor their place is outside our placeAnd between the angles of the EarthThey lie in waitCrouching for the SacrificeTHEY ARE THEY CHILDREN OF THE UNDERWORLD.Falling like rain from the skyIssuing like mist from the earthDoors do not stop themBolts do not stop themThey glide in at the doors like serpentsThey enter by the windows like the windIDPA they are, entering by the headNAMTAR they are, entering by the heartUTUK they are, entering by the browALAL they are, entering by the chestGIGIM they are, seizing the bowelsTELAL they are, grasping the handURUKU they are, giant Larvae, feeding on the BloodThey are Seven!Seven are They!They seize all the towersFrom UR to NIPPURYet UR knows them notYet NIPPUR does not know themThey have brought down the mightyOf all the mighty Cities of manYet man knows them notYes the Cities do not know themThey have struck down the forests of the EastAnd have flooded the Lands of the WestYet the East knows them notYet the West does not know themThey are a hand grasping at the neckYet the neck does not know themAnd man knows them not [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Know that our years are the years of WarAnd our days are measured as battlesAnd every hour is a LifeLost to the OutsideThose from WithoutHave builded up charnel housesTo nourish the fiends of TIAMATAnd the Blood of the weakest hereIs libation unto TIAMATQueen of the GhoulsWreaker of PainAnd to invoke herThe Red Water of LifeNeed be split on a stoneThe stone struck with a sword That hath slain eleven menSacrifices to HUBURSo that the Strike ringeth outAnd call TIAMAT from Her slumberFrom her sleep in the CavernsOf the Earth.And none may dare entreat furtherFor to invoke Death is to utterThe final prayer.IIOf the Generations of the Ancient OnesUTUKK XULThe account of the generationsOf the Ancient Ones here renderedOf the generations of the Ancient OnesHere remembered.Cold and Rain that erode all thingsThey are the Evil SpiritsIn the creation of ANU spawnedPlague GodsPAZUZUAnd the Beloved Sons of ENGThe Offspring of NINNKIGALRending in pieces on high Bringing destruction belowThey are Children of the UnderworldLoudly roaring on highGibbering loathsomely belowThey are the bitter venom of the Gods.The great storms directed from heavenThose are theyThe Owl, Messenger of UGGILord of DeathThose they areTHEY ARE THE CHILDRENBORN OF EARTHTHAT IN THE CREATION OF ANU WERE SPAWNED.The highest wallsThe thickest wallsThe strongest wallsLike a flood they passFrom house to houseThey ravageNo door can shut them outNo bolt can turn them backThrough the door like snakes they slideThrough the bolts like winds they blowPulling the wife from the embrace of the husbandSnatching the child from the loins of manBanishing the man from his home, his landTHEY ARE THE BURNING PAINTHAT PRESSETH ITSELF ON THE BACK OF MAN.THEY ARE GHOULSThe spirit of the harlot that hath died in the streetsThe spirit of the woman that hath died in childbirthThe spirit of the woman that hath dies, weeping with a babe at the breastThe spirit of an evil manOne that haunteth the streetsOr one that haunteth the bed.They are Seven!Seven are they!Those Seven were born in the Mountains of MASHUCalled MagickThey dwell within the Caverns of the EarthAmid the desolate places of the Earth they liveAmid the places betweenThe PlacesUnknown in heaven and in earthThey are arrayed in terrorAmong the Elder Gods there is no knowledge of themThey have no nameNot in heavenNor on earthThey ride over the Mountain of SunsetAnd on the Mountain of Dawn they cryThrough the Caverns of the Earth they creepAmid the desolate places of the Earth they lieNowhere are they knownNot in heavenNor in the Earth Are they discoveredFor their place is outside our placeAnd between the angles of the EarthThey lie in waitCrouching for the SacrificeTHEY ARE THEY CHILDREN OF THE UNDERWORLD.Falling like rain from the skyIssuing like mist from the earthDoors do not stop themBolts do not stop themThey glide in at the doors like serpentsThey enter by the windows like the windIDPA they are, entering by the headNAMTAR they are, entering by the heartUTUK they are, entering by the browALAL they are, entering by the chestGIGIM they are, seizing the bowelsTELAL they are, grasping the handURUKU they are, giant Larvae, feeding on the BloodThey are Seven!Seven are They!They seize all the towersFrom UR to NIPPURYet UR knows them notYet NIPPUR does not know themThey have brought down the mightyOf all the mighty Cities of manYet man knows them notYes the Cities do not know themThey have struck down the forests of the EastAnd have flooded the Lands of the WestYet the East knows them notYet the West does not know themThey are a hand grasping at the neckYet the neck does not know themAnd man knows them not [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]