What can wait forever isn't dead and in the long run, even d**h dies. The Ancient were, the Ancient are, the Ancient will be. They walked in this world, after knowing the kingdom of stars, and the stars will pre-announce their coming. But bfore then the day of men will pa**ed. They'll descend through the door, they'll break the seals and their claws will free themselves from the ancient vice, they'll find the way in the labyrinth of time 'cause for Yog-Sothoth time is only one thing. So they'll go back and reign where they reigned once and their oaths will contaminate the earth. Oh, poor wretch you flatter yourself that you exploit their immense strength and their dirty power. Count the seasons observe the sun and the stars and when you have risen the stones and implored their power that will be the door through which you can call them out of time and space. So you will hear their terrible voices you will see ever-burning malign flames but you won't know the striking hand and the destroying soul 'cause they come without a face and men don't know their forms. But be cautious in acting so that the tentacles of darkness can't pentrate your soul as the man who was too darling lost his vital force and chaos appeared to his mind.