Y e Voice of Hastur


Hear the 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 the 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 the and pray at His passing, but speak not His name aloud.




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