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The Black Goat
528 / 0 / 14 летThe endless horror,
The middle of it.
And Black Cloud over
The cold fields of grit.
The mother of fear,
The cradle of pain
Tells us the meaning
Of nameless pray:
Iä! Iä!
Iä! Shub-Niggurath!
Iä! Iä!
Iä! The Black Goat of the Woods
With a Thousand Young!
It curls around
The cold ground,
Casts a shadows
Through the poison meadows.
The Black Goat of the Woods
With a Thousand Young!
The hundreds of wombs,
Tentacles and claws,
Generate generations,
Brings salvation,
Devours born legions,
Doesn’t leave any smidgen.
The cradle of pain
Tells us the meaning
Of nameless pray:
Iä! Iä!
Iä! Shub-Niggurath!
Iä! Iä!
Iä! The Black Ram of the Forest
With a Thousand Ewe!
The millions of creatures-slaves
Come from the bottomless caves,
Sow the chaos, douse the lights
In our saintly eyes.
Meeting the end,
They sink into the hunger
Of their mother,
Of the Black Goat of the Woods
With a Thousand Young.
Iä! Iä!
Iä! Shub-Niggurath!
Iä! Iä!
Iä! Shub-Niggurath!
Iä! Iä!
Iä! Shub-Niggura-a-a-ath!
