Текст песни 1890-1937 - I-II
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НъярлатхотепДревних посланник,
Хаоса воплощенье,
Восстал из глубины веков
Чтобы предречь людей исчезновенье,
Среди зыбучих времени песков.
Твой образ скрыт меж звезд холодных
Тьма прячет твой ужасный лик,
Ты - повелитель форм исходных,
В кого угодно обратишься в миг
Ты заточил в пустыне юга
Всех наших истинных богов.
Их подчинил пленитель слуха,
Играющий на сто ладов.
Ты - пожиратель душ безликий,
К стенаниям ты глух и слеп,
Столь же ужасный, сколь великий
Ползучий хаос Нъярлатхотеп.
Nyarlathotep
Elders vakeel
Chaos incarnation
Incarnated from depths of ages
To foretold vanishing of human
Among quicksand of time
Your representation is hidden among cold stars
Darkness hides your frightful face
You are the sovereign of source forms
Into anybody you can turn in a blink
You prisoned in the souths desert
All our true gods
They are captured by hearing captor
Playing with hundred types
You- eater of faceless souls
Blind and deaf for moans,
As frightful as great
Crawling chaos Nyarlathotep
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NyarlathotepAncient messenger,
The embodiment of chaos
Risen from time immemorial
To predict the disappearance of people,
Among the shifting sands.
Your image is hidden among the cold stars
The darkness hides your terrible face
You are the master of the original forms,
You will turn into anyone in a moment
You imprisoned in the desert of the south
All our true gods.
They were subdued by the captor of hearing,
Playing a hundred frets.
You are a faceless soul eater
You are deaf and blind to lamentation
As awful as great
Creeping chaos Nyarlathotep.
Nyarlathotep
Elders vakeel
Chaos incarnation
Incarnated from depths of ages
To foretold vanishing of human
Among quicksand of time
Your representation is hidden among cold stars
Darkness hides your frightful face
You are the sovereign of source forms
Into anybody you can turn in a blink
You prisoned in the souths desert
All our true gods
They are captured by hearing captor
Playing with hundred types
You- eater of faceless souls
Blind and deaf for moans,
As frightful as great
Crawling chaos Nyarlathotep