"…For Ubbo-Sathla is the source and the end. Before the coming of
Zhothaqquah or Yok-Zothoth or Kthulhut from the stars, Ubbo-Sathla dwelt in
the steaming fens of the newmade Earth: a mass without head or members,
spawning the grey, formless efts of the prime and the grisly prototypes of
terrene life… And all earthly life, it is told, shall go back at last
through the great circle of time to Ubbo-Sathla." - The Book of Eibon

[Note: The name Myrrys is a shaman's trance-state, or spirit journey]

Ääni tuulen, varjot puiden
Yksinäni uneksin, haltioissa ylenin
Öinen rauha, pilvien like
Lensin yli metsien, keralla pilvien

Sammasta kiipesin kannelle taivaan

Salot siniset, kammiot kultaiset
Juoksimme taivaan niityillä läpi tähtitarhain
Ikimenneiden ilmoilta, kadonneiden kartanoilta
Varman viisauden tapasin, elon kullan löysin

Sammasta laskeuduin kannelta taivaan.

[English translation:]

The voice of the wind, the shadows of trees
Alone I dreamt, in spirit-powers grew;
Nocturnal calm, the movement of clouds
Amongst them I over the forests flew.

I ascended the World Tree to the Dome of the heavens

Blue-hued islands, golden chambers
In the meadows of heaven we ran through the stars;
From the lands of the deceased and tracts of the lost
True wisdom I found, Life's Gold I discovered.

I descended the World Tree from the Dome of the heavens.

Abandon dualism and Indoeuropean ways
The world isn't black and white, only shades of grey.
Recognize the herd mentality in your thought processes
Deaden those drives stemming from biology.
Reality is a lie maintained by the Enemy who has written history to its liking.
You've been surrounded by propaganda
Signs of the decline of Western culture.

The revolting cult of the Nailed God is still alive and sick,
fitting for the necrotic human rats flaunting their deformities.
The Enemy has by its actions wilfully become subhuman
You'll purge society by abolishing it.
Storm the Enemy's offices and paint the walls with its blood.
Its teeth and veins make for nice necklaces and its intestines delicious sausages.

Familiarize yourself with different weapon systems
Both physical and psychic, exoteric and esoteric.
The unexpected strike is the most devastating one.
Remember to maintain secrecy in everything you do.
We exist in a reality which we can explain rationally yet cannot understand;
Into this world we are thrown.
Don't follow any rules, including these.

Timeo, trepido; in basilicis atris erro. Nescio, nememini quo modo huc adveni.
Librum Iuvenis quiete domi legebam. Sed qui estis, spiritus advenientes?

Lemures aut spiritus non sumus! Nonne nos cognoscis?
Liber sanctus sum : Draconigenus sum : Et feminea aeterna sum

Certe vos cognosco; in somnis mihi torquetis! Mehercule, abite, mali spiritus!
Redite ad infernos, magnopere me temptatis! Cur mi apparuistis; quid vobis mecum rei est?

Tibi apparuimus, ut completus fias. Consanguinei sumus, tu et nos.

Intellectu careo! Venitisne ex animo meo?

Ita vero; de te sumus partes. Assume nos et invenies!

[Proclamator:] Nunc intellego!


[English translation:]

Timorous I tremble, lost in murky hallways. I know not nor recollect
how I came to be here. I was perusing the book of the Youth in the quiet of
my home. But who are you, approaching spirits?

Lemures or spirits we are not! Dost thou not recognise us?
I am the sacred child : I am dragon-kin : I am the eternally feminine.

Verily I recognise you; the tormentors from my dreams! By Hercules,
begone, evil spirits! Return to Hades - you tempt me overmuch! Wherefore did
you appear to me; what be your business with me?

We appeared to thee so thou wouldst become complete. We are consanguinous, thee and us.

[Bawler:] I understand not! Did you spring from my soul?

[Shades:] Forsooth; we are part of thee. Embrace us and thou shalt see!

[Bawler:] I comprehend now!


"That last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and
bubbles at the center of all infinity - the boundless daemon sultan
Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in
inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening
beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes." -
H.P. Lovecraft