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In the day and hour of Mars and when the Moon increaseth, make thou the scimitar of bronze with a hilt of fine ebony.
Upon one side of the the blade thou shalt enscribe these characters:
{Editor's Note: These graphics are not shown in the Manuscript}
And upon the other side these:
{Editor's Note: These graphics are not shown in the Manuscript}
On the day and hour of Saturn the moon decreasing, light thou a fire of Laurel and yew boughs and offering the blade to the flames pronounce the five-fold conjuration thus:
HCORIAXOJU, ZODCARNES, I powerfully call upon ye and stir ye up O ye mighty spirits that dwelleth in the Great Abyss.
In the dread and potent name of AZATHOTH come ye forth and give power unto this blade fashioned in accordance to ancient Lore.
By XENTHONO-ROHMATRU, I command you O AZIABELIS, by YSEHYROROSETH, I call the O ANTIQUELIS, and in the Vast and Terrible Name of DAMAMIACH that Crom-yha uttered and the mountains shook I mightily compel ye forth O BARBUELIS, attend me! aid me! give power unto my spell that this weapon that bearest the runes of fire recieveth such vertue that it shall strike fear into the hearts of all spirits that would disobey my commands, and that it shall assist me to form all manner of Circles, figures and mystic sigils necessary in the operations of Magickal Art.
In the Name of Great and Mighty YOG-SOTHOTH and in the invincible sign of Voor (give sign)
Give power!
Give power!
Give power!
When the flames turn blue it shall be a sure sign that the spirits obey your demands whereupon thou shalt quench the blade in an afore prepared mixture of brine and cock-gall.
Burn the incense of Zkauba as an offering to the spirits thou hast called forth, then dismiss them to their abodes with these words:
In the Names of AZATHOTH and YOG-SOTHOTH, Their servant NYARLATHOTEP and by the power of this sign (make ye the Elder Sign), I discharge thee; go forth from this place in peace and return ye not until I calleth thee. (Seal ye portals with the sign of Koth).
Wrap the scimitar in a cloth of black silk and setit aside until thou wouldst make use of it; but mark ye well that no other shall lay his hand upon the scimitar lest its vertue be forever lost.
{Editor's Note: The following graphic alphabet is deciphered from the manuscript, according to the publishers, by use of a "Magic Square Cipher" inherent in the manuscript itself and is therefor included in this etext version.}
(Note: In ye writing of ye mystic runes of Nug-Soth ye latin C serveth for ye K.)
Ye characters of Nug hold ye key to ye planes, employ ye them in ye talismanic art and in all ye sacred inscriptions
Hear ye the Voice of dread Hastur, hear the mournful sigh of the vortex,the mad rushing of the Ultimate Wind that Swirls darkly amongst the silent stars.
Hear ye Him that howls serpent-fanged amid the bowels of nether earth; He whose ceaseless roaring ever fills the timeless skies of hidden Leng.
His might teareth the forest and crusheth the city, but none shall know the hand that smiteth and the soul that destroys, for faceless and foul walketh the Accursed One, His form to men unknown.
Hear then His Voice in the dark hours, answer His call with thine own; bow ye and pray at His passing, but speak not His name aloud.
I hear the Crawling Chaos that calls beyond the stars
And They created Nyarlathotep for Their messenger, and They clothed Him with Chaos that His form might be ever hidden amidst the stars.
Who shall know the mystery of Nyarlathotep? for He is the mask and will of Those that were when time was not. He is the priest of the Ether, the Dweller in Air and hath many faces that none shall recall.
The waves freeze before Him; Gods dread His call. In men's dreams He whispers, yet who knoweth His form?
Who seeketh Northwards beyond the twilight land of Inquanok shall find amidst the frozen waste the dark and mighty plateau of thrice-forbidden Leng.
Know ye time-shunned Leng by the ever-burning evil-fires and ye foul screeching of the scaly Shantak birds which ride the upper air; by the howling of ye Na-hag who brood in nighted caverns and haunt men's dreams with strange madness, and by the grey stone temple beneath the Night Gaunts lair, wherein is he who wears the Yellow Mask and dwelleth all alone.
But beware O Man, beware, of Those who tread in Darkness the ramparts of Kadath, for he that beholds Their mitred-heads shall know the claws of doom.
What man knoweth Kadath?
For who shall know of that
which ever abides in strange-time,
twix yesterday, today and the morrow.
Unknown amidst ye Cold Waste lieth the mountain of Kadath where upon the hidden summit an Onyx Castle stands. dark clouds shroud the mighty peak that gleams 'neath ancient stars where silent brood the titan towers and rear forbidden walls.
Curse-runes guard the nighted gate carved by forgotten hands, and woe to he that dare pass within those dreadful doors.
Earth's Gods revel where Others once walked in mystic timeless halls, which some have glimpst in sleeps dim vault through strange and sightless eyes.
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