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Listen to the voice of the fearsome Hastur

Listen to the mournful sigh of the whirlwind

The crazy impetuosity of the last wind

That whirl darkly among silent stars

Listen to him, snake teeth

Who howls between another worldcores

He whose endless roar ever fulfil

Everlasting heavens of hidden Leng

His power is able of pull up the forest

And squash the town

But nobody knew the hand that hit and the

Soul that destroyed nobody knows that burns in you

Because the cursed frightening: wander without a face

With his unknown human form

Listen to the voice in dark hours, answer its call,

Now knell down and pray but do not say his name in aloud voice