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Hear ye the Voice of dread Hastur,
hear the mournful sigh of the vortex,
the mad rushing of the Ultimate Wind that Swirls darkly amongst the silent stars.

Hear ye Him that howls serpent-fanged
amid the bowels of nether earth;
He whose ceaseless roaring ever fills the timeless skies of hidden Leng.

His might teareth the forest
and crusheth the city, but none
shall know the hand that smiteth
and the soul that destroys,
for faceless and foul walketh
the Accursed One, His form to men unknown.

Hear then His Voice in the
dark hours, answer His call with thine own;
bow ye and pray at His passing,
but speak not His name aloud.