The Invocation
(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.
La Invocación
(Azathot: Señor del Trono Oscuro)
Desde el libro impío leí el distico impío
Bajo la noche plomiza de Saturno frígido,
Para invocar al monstruo cuyo ojo taciturno
Perforaba los cielos con su destello encendido.
Orgullosa era la presencia de su ser de granito,
Altivo y sinuoso su her nocturna
Y uno a uno las sombras en turno insidioso,
al llamado acudían desde el rito fantástico.
Del libro de Alhazred altivo grité el conjuro,
Ese antiguo distico de contenido oscuro
y las huestes blasfemas llegaron victoriosas.
Así la maldad me poseyó con sus hordas de terror,
La noche delirante me cubrió con su manto
y desde Azathot vislumbré sus alas membranosas.