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Nor is it to be thought

That man is either the oldest or the last of Earth’s masters

Or that the common bulk of life and substance walk alone

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are

And the Old Ones shall be

Not in the spaces we know, but between them

They walk serene and primal

Undimensioned and to us, unseen

Yog-Sothoth knows the gate

Yog-Sothoth is the gate

Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate

Past, present, future

All are one in Yog-Sothoth

He knows where the Old Ones broke though of old

And where they shall break through again

They walk unseen and foul in lonely places

Where the words have been spoken

And the Rites howled through at their Seasons

The wind gibbers with their voices

And the Earth mutters with their consciousness

They bend the forest and crush the city

Yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites

Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them

And what man knows Kadath?

The ice desert of the South

And the sunken isles of Ocean

Hold stones whereon Their seal is engraved

But who hath seen the deep frozen city

Or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles?

Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly

Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them

Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not

And Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold

Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet

Man rules now where They ruled once

They shall soon rule where man rules now

After summer is winter, after winter, summer

They wait patient and potent

For here shall They reign again

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