1. LE TÉMOIGNAGE DE RANDOLPH CARTER

La dalle une fois enlevée,
Une sombre ouverture se révéla,
D'où s'échappèrent des gaz
Et des miasmes si nauséabonds
Que saisis d'horreur,
Nous bondîmes en arrière [...]

Dans le silence de cette cité de la mort,
Blanche et déserte, mon esprit concevait
Les plus horribles fantaisies,
Les plus horribles illusions.
Tandis que les tombeaux
Et les monolithes bizarres semblaient
S'imprégner d'une personnalité hideuse[...]

Maudites soient ses choses infernales...
Légions!... Mon dieu ! ...
Barrez-vous ! Barrez-vous !


2. THE HAUNTED OF THE DARK

I see things I never knew before
Other worlds and other galaxies
The lightning seems dark,
The darkness seems light...

I have seen the dark universe yawning
Were the black planets roll without aim-
Were they roll in their horror unheeded,
Without knowledge or lustre or name

Sense of distance gone
Far is near and near is far
No light- No glass- That tower- Window!
I am it and it is I...

I see it - coming here - hell wind - titan blue
- black wings - Yog-Sothoth save me!
(Azathoth have mercy)

Ô ! , Palpables ténèbres, infini tombeau
Où mes pensées s'égarent !
Ô ! , Insondables abysses,
Où le Chaos défait le néant,
Faîtes que mon âme perdue, puisse
Dans vos secrets jeter un regard
Et fuir par le rêve cette vie qui me ment...
Et toi, stupide aveugle tu me laisses seul !
Pourtant je suis le poète maudit qui chante tes louanges.
Ô, Infâme tragédie déchirant mon linceul !
Mais un jour, Azathoth, le Chaos, ton royaume
S'étendra comme jadis : Folie, Ténèbres et Mort !


4. THE OTHER GODS (STUDIO TRACK)

"The moon is dark, and the gods
Dance in the night;

There is terror in the sky,
For upon the moon hath sunk
An eclipse foretold in no books
Of men or of earth's gods...

There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla,
For the screams of the frightened
Gods have turned to laughter,
And the slopes of ice shoot up
Endlessly into the black heavens
Wither I am plunging...

Hey! Hey! At last!
In the dim light
I behold the gods of earth!''


5. L'APPEL DE CTHULHU

"That is not dead wich eternal lie,
And with some strange aeons even death may die.''
A. Al Azred

"...In the elder time chosen men had talked with
The entombed old ones in drimes,
But the great stone city R'lyeh,
Had sunk beneath the waves,
And the deep waters.(...)

... But memory never died, and the city
Would rise again when the stars were right.
Then came out of the earth the black spirits of earth, Mouldy and shadowy, and full of dim rumours
Pick(ed) up in caverns beneath forgotten sea-bottoms... ''

Ô Cthulhu!


6. NIGHT GAUNTS

Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membranous wings,
And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.
They come in legions on the north wind's swell,
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well.

Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the nether pits to that foul lake
Were the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
But oh! If only they would make some sound ,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!


7. DAGON

...Et sous le silence d'une lune blafarde,
J'ai fermé les yeux sur un étrange horizon...

...I know not why my dreams were
So wild that night but ere,
The waning and fantastically gibbous moon
Had risen far above the eastern plain.
I was awake in a cold perspiration
Determinate to sleep no more...

Then suddenly I saw it...
I think I went mad then.

The end is near.
I hear a noise at the door,
As of some immense slippery
Body lumbering against it.
It shall not find me.
God, that hand!
The window!
The window!


8. LA PIERRE NOIRE

De noires créatures des Temps Anciens, dit on,
Se tiennent encore cachées
En des recoins obscurs et des mondes oubliés,
Et en certaines nuits, des portes s'ouvrent
Encore, pour libérer
Des formes que l'enfer renfermait.

J'ouvris les yeux sur aube encore blanche
Et, toujours le monolithe se dressait,
Haut et silencieux.
Les danseurs ici avaient bondis et hurlés,
Du sang avait coulé au pied de cette pierre,
Sacrifice ignoble, souffrances juvéniles.
Mais nulle marque sombre, nuls caillots de sang !

Rêve maudit, atroce réalité ?
Spectres impurs d'époques lointaines.
Ignoble fragment, tu n'es qu'un clef !
Sois maudite, sombre pierre,
Toi aussi, Ô triste lune !

Ils dansent,
Ils dansent autour de la pierre !
Ils dansent,
Ils dansent autour de la pierre noire !