Down ten times seven in lightest slumber
To where the bearded priests pray
In the shadow of the flame
Where none has seen the light of day
Then reporting his intention
Pleading for some advice
But wisemens words are no relief
For Gods wish not to be disturbed
Kuranes was the one of three
Of all in all eternity
Ever to come back unharmed
Two fell into insanity !
Beware! Nyarlathotep's thousand forms
Bed every victim down !
This blurry way, this icy road
Will only lead to your death