[THE KEEPER OF THE NINTH SHARD:]

So cold are the spaces between the stars...

For blackened suns are the only legacy of worlds long dead.



[ZURRA:]

The key word of Transcendence!

The key word of Transference!

I shall liberate the rightful owners of the Lexicon...

the true rulers of the cosmos!

X'atham-ry'aa! Tha'zai-tonn!

Darker than a score of hells, Wherein astral horrors dwell,

Macrocosmic realms aflame...

Prey of fiends that have no name!

X'atham-ry'aa! Tha'zai-tonn!

Darker than a score of hells...

Where astral horrors sublime dwell,

Macrocosmic realms aflame...

Bow to the gods that have no name!



[THE KEEPER OF THE NINTH SHARD:]

So cold, at the heart of a frozen star...

Stay thy hand and thy tongue, slave of the Outer Darkness...

Surely you are not foolhardy enough to dare awaken the dire titans of Z'xulth!



[ZURRA:]

Hidden within the blazing core of this sun is that which I seek, old one.

Do not seek to thwart me,

lest the horrors of oblivion be a balm to your time-addled mind.

Behold the cosmic codex! The tome of the astral abyss!



[THE KEEPER OF THE NINTH SHARD:]

Such diabolical evil...

sublime macrocosmic malevolence!



[ZURRA:]

Fear is the power... Terror is the key!

X'atham-ry'aa... Tha'zai-tonn!

I am replete with sovereign mastery!

The portals to the Outer Darkness yawn wide once more!

They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo are free!

Kur'oc! Gul-Kor! I have won... bow, yield, kneel! Darken the sun...

Narra, Gorra, Kaasha! I arise... bow, yield, kneel! Parhelion dies...

Narra, Gorra, Kaasha! I can taste the sweet ichors of omni potency upon my lips...

Let it begin! X'atham-ry'aa j'aiigh! Tha'zai-tonn naxc1