Nyarlathotep

He is the scourge
 He is the wounds
 He is the purge who brings the final dooms
 The plague of mental madness
 The peddler of total sadness
 In a dark procession he walks slowly
 In a cold depression serenely
 He is them
 They are him
 Prodigy of the gods' brain
 The grim
 Coming from a land of fire
 As a messenger of the impious
 Of the false beliefs
 The purifier and the callous
 A sudden attraction
 Forges me to follow the crowd
 In a morbid fascination
 I let myself be wowed
 Despite my cartesian mind
 The eyes of the black pharaoh
 Make my conscience blind
 In a cry of absurd woe
 "Soon from the sea a noxious birth began
 Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold
 The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
 Down on the quaking citadels of man
 Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play
 The idiot chaos blew earth's dust away"
 "Alors écrasant ce qu'il avait eu l'occasion de modeler
 Le chaos idiot balaya la poussière de la terre"
 Now floating in unholy rivers
 I see the twilight
 In the mirror of sinners
 I see the night
 Cause of the infinite and countless worlds
 He is the whole of the tenebrous and ultimate gods
 He is the soul