Book 3: The Eye Yog-Sothoth

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