The Corpse-Eating Necromancers

On the plateau of Leng,
There are corpse-eating men.
A clan of Necromancers,
They all eat them.

Small green-jade amulets
In the shape of a hound
They wear around their necks,
Protecting them from karma abound.

Bound to the very soul,
They placed this around my own.
They did so when I was ill,
Proudly I still wear it still…


LIBER MYSTERIIS – Chapter 16: Concerning Sicky666

He told me about a place called Innsmouth with old rotten houses where people hid awful things away in the cellars and the attics.


I’m not crazy. I was crazy, perhaps. Until I gazed on the ultimate realities. What I saw was not pretty, but its truth transcends terror. I’ve gazed on something far more powerful than the petty forces that rule our little lives and our little lusts. There is a power stronger than all earthly desire, a hunger greater than all earthly hunger.



The Creatures In The Well

My hateful thoughts go in the well,
My bad emotions I do sell.
But it draws me back,
And what do the beings in the well lack?

They try to touch me and suck me in,
But this I of course do win!
For the Cultist pulls me away,
By grabbing me gone from the scene.

Now in the house I watch,
Through the window it does match.
And always the snow is there,
But I don’t know where…

LIBER MYSTERIIS – Chapter 14: Concerning The Astral Plane

The priests of Ishtar sought in their Mysteries to peer beyond the veil, and they looked through crystals.


When men die their souls enter the Astral Plane and pass through it into another higher form of existence on a higher dimension. The Astral Plane is a sort of No Man’s Land existing all about us, where lost souls, and lower entities that have never achieved life, wander forever in a sort of Limbo.


Elementals, yearn for life,\. They are cosmic ghouls, feeding on dead soul-bodies; but they long to lure a living man through the planes to them.


Funny, isn’t it, how people always shout the name of the departed upon discovery of death? It’s a sort of despairing wail of disbelief at a friend’s passing; an invocation, as though the echo of a human voice can recall the soul of one that has passed beyond. Beyond – to the Astral Plane?

The Crystal Box

In my vision I took my quartz-crystal which was transcendent and enlarged it: it was light blue like heaven and it fitted around me like a building, I stepped into it, O surely Divine Light.

It felt cold as ice when I touched its polished walls, smooth; like a goddess. Inside, I met Nyarlathotep, he was standing behind me and touched me from aside. He kissed me passionately with his tender lips (when he has a face for he is also known to come as a Faceless God, but not this time), then he danced with me (and he always likes to give me the most beautiful dresses, medieval and gorgeous, this one was blood-red, like the petals of a red rose), then he spoke:


“I want to put you in this box,

And throw away the lock.

To keep you from all harm,

And above all loved and warm.”

LIBER MYSTERIIS – Chapter 13: Concerning Egypt

Egypt had always fascinated me; Egypt, land of antique and mysterious secrets. I had read of pyramids and kings; dreamed of fast, shadowy empires now dead as the empty eyes of the Sphinx. It was of Egypt that I wrote in later years, for me its weird faiths and cults mad the land an avatar of all strangeness.


I thought of underground rites in temples now given to dust; of posturing worship before great idols of gold – man-shaped figures bearing the heads of crocodiles. I recalled the tales of darker parallel worships, bearing the same relationship as Satanism now does to Christianity; of priests who invoked animal-headed gods as demons rather than as benignant deities. Sebek was such a dual god, and his priests had given him blood to drink. In some temples there were vaults, and in these vaults were eidolons of the god shaped as a Golden Crocodile. The beast had hinged and barbed jaws, into which maidens were flung. Then the maw was closed, and ivory fangs rended the sacrifice so that blood might trickle down the golden throat and the god be appeased. Strange powers were conferred by these offerings, evil boons granted the priests who thus sated beast-like lusts. It was small wonder that such men were driven from their temples, and that those sanctuaries of sin had been destroyed.

The Cult of Nyarlathotep

There was the Starry Wisdom again,
And they took me to their Temple;
The Cultists of Nyarlathotep,
And the ancient eternal Sphinx.

They scratched my nose with hooks,
But why they did not stab me instead?
Only some scratches on my nose,
Happily it wasn’t infected…

They wanted information from Al Azif,
But hey, I am no thief!
Everything from the Necronomicon,
Povko is haunting me!

LIBER MYSTERIIS – Chapter 12: Concerning Nephren-Ka

Nephren-Ka bindeth up the threads of truth.


Alhazred left many legacies among his own people. There is wisdom available for all who know where to seek it.


From the vast desert of Arabia had come intriguing tales as old as time; furtive fables of mystic Irem, city of ancient dread, and the lost legends of vanished empires.


Egypt, land of lurid curses and lost kings, has ever harbored mad myths in its age-old shadows. Civilization is but a cobweb surface upon the sleeping face of Eternal Mystery. Here, beneath the inscrutable shadows of the pyramids, the old gods still stalked in the old ways. The ghosts of Set, Ra, Osiris, and Bubastis lurked in desert ways; Horus, Isis, and Sebek yet dwelt in the ruins of Thebes and Memphis, or bided in the crumbling tombs below the Valley of Kings.


Nowhere had the past survived as it did in ageless Egypt. With every mummy, the Egyptologists uncovered a curse; the solving of each ancient secret merely uncovered a deeper, more perplexing riddle. Who built the pylons of the temples? Why did the old kings rear the pyramids? How did they work such marvels? Were their curses potent still? Where vanished the priests of Egypt?


Many of the reputable authorities he knew were open in their confessed opinion that it was not well for meddlers to pry too deeply beneath the surface. Curses had come true with puzzling promptness, and warning prophecies had been fulfilled with a vengeance. It was not good to profane the shrines of the old dark gods who still dwelt within the land.


Nephren-Ka, according to authoritative knowledge, was merely a mythical figure. He was purported to have been a Pharaoh of no known dynasty, a priestly usurper of the throne. The most common fables placed his reign in almost biblical times. He was said to have been the last and greatest of that Egyptian cult of priest-sorcerers who for a time transformed the recognized religion into a dark and terrible thing. This cult, led by the arch-hierophants of Bubastis, Anubis, and Sebek, viewed their gods as the representatives of actual Hidden Beings – monstrous beast-men who shambled on Earth in primal days. They accorded worship to the Elder One who is known to myth as Nyarlathotep, the “Mighty Messenger”. This abominable deity was said to confer wizard’s power upon receiving human sacrifices; and while the evil priests reigned supreme they temporarily transformed the religion of Egypt into a bloody shambles. With anthropomancy and necrophilism they sought terrible boons from their demons.


The tale goes that Nephren-Ka, on the throne, renounced all religion save that of Nyarlathotep. He sought the power of prophecy, and built temples to the Blind Ape of Truth. His utterly atrocious sacrifices at length provoked a revolt, and it is said that the infamous Pharaoh was at last dethroned. According to this account, the new ruler and his people immediately destroyed all vestiges of the former reign, demolished all temples and idols of Nyarlathotep, and drove out the wicked priests who prostituted their faith to the carnivorous Bubastis, Anubis, and Sebek. The Book of the Dead was then amended so that all references to the Pharaoh Nephren-Ka and his accursed cults were deleted.


Thus, argues the legend, the furtive faith was lost to reputable history. As to Nephren-Ka himself, a strange account is given of his end.


The story ran that the dethroned Pharaoh fled to a spot adjacent to what is now the modern city of Cairo. Here it was his intention to embark with his remaining followers for a “westward isle”. Historians believe that this “isle” was Britain, where some of the fleeing priests of Bubastis actually settled.


But the Pharaoh was attacked and surrounded, his escape blocked. It was then that he had constructed a secret underground tomb, in which he caused himself and his followers to be interred alive. With him, in this vivisepulture, he took all his treasure and magical secrets, so that nothing would remain for his enemies to profit by. So cleverly did his remaining devotees contrive this secret crypt that the attackers were never able to discover the resting-place of the Black Pharaoh.


Thus the legend rests. According to common currency, the fable was handed down by the few remaining priests who actually stayed on the surface to seal the secret place; they and their descendants were believed to have perpetuated the story and the old faith of evil,


Prinn, who consorted with the mediaeval seers and prophets of Saracen times in Egypt, gave a good deal of prominence to the whispered hints of Alexandrian necromancers and adepts. They knew the story of Nephren-Ka, and alluded to him as the Black Pharaoh.


Prinn’s account of the Pharaoh’s death was much more elaborate. He claimed that the secret tomb lay directly beneath Cairo itself, and professed to believe that it had been opened and reached. He hinted at the cult-survival mentioned in the popular tales; spoke of a renegade group of descendants whose priestly ancestors had interred the rest alive. They were said to perpetuate the evil faith, and to act as guardians of the dead Nephren-Ka and his buried brethren, lest some interloper discover and violate his resting-place in the crypt. After the regular cycle of seven thousand years, the Black Pharaoh and his band would then arise once more, and restore the dark glory of the ancient faith.


The crypt itself, if Prinn is to be believed, was a most unusual place. Nephren-Ka’s servants and slaves had builded him a mighty sepulcher, and the burrows were filled with the rich treasures of his reign. All of the sacred images were there, and the jeweled books of esoteric wisdom reposed within.


Most peculiarly did the account dwell on Nephren-Ka’s search for the Truth and the Power of Prophecy. It was said that before he died down in the darkness, he conjured up the earthly image of Nyarlathotep in a final gigantic sacrifice; and that the god granted him his desires. Nephren-Ka had stood before the images of the Blind Ape of Truth and received the gift of divination over the gory bodies of a hundred willing victims. Then, in nightmare manner, Prinn recounts that the entombed Pharaoh wandered among his dead companions and inscribed on the twisted walls of his tomb the secrets of the future. In pictures and ideographs he wrote the history of days to come, revelling in omniscient knowledge till the end. He scrawled the destinies of kings to come; painted the triumphs and the dooms of unborn empires. Then, as the blackness of death shrouded his sight, and palsy wrenched the brush from his fingers, he betook himself in peace to his sarcophagus, and there died.


So said Ludvig Prinn, he that consorted with ancient seers. Nephren-Ka lay in his buried burrows, guarded by the priestly cult that still survived on Earth, and further protected by enchantments in his tomb below. He had fulfilled his desires at the end – he had known Truth, and written the lore of the future on the nighted walls of his own catacomb.


Strange were the mummy-cases of Nephren-Ka’s followers, not like those known to Egyptology. The carven covers bore no recognized, conventional features as was the usual custom; instead they presented the strange; grinning countenances of demons and creatures of fable. Jeweled eyes stared mockingly from the black visages of gargoyles spawned in a sculptor’s nightmare. From every side of the room those eyes shone through the shadows; unwinking, unchanging, omniscient in this little world of the dead.


Karneter is the mythical underworld.


The Black Pharaoh sold his soul to Nyarlathotep and received the gift of prophecy.