گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
(Azathot: Lord of the Dark Throne)
From impious book I red the unholy distichon
Under the leaden night of frigid Saturn,
To Invoke the monster whose taciturn eye
Was boring the skies with his ignite gleam.
Proud was the presence of his granite being,
Hery and meander his nocturnal her
And one by one the shadows in insidious turn,
to the call come from fantastic rite.
From Alhazred book haughty I shouted the spell,
That ancient distichon of dark content
and the blasphemous hosts arrived victors.
So evilness possessed me with it's fraightfulness hords,
The delirious night covered me with it's mantle
and from Azathot i glimpsed his membranous wings.
