CRAWLING CHAOS Bow before him, face the master of the night Now behold the Daemon Sultan at his height Here you shall revel Succumb, pay homage, he is Prime An ancient evil That lurks beyond all space and time Space and time Azathoth! All appalling truths revealed Azathoth! Writhing madness unconcealed Azathoth! At the throne of chaos, yield to Azathoth! Azathoth!
GILMAN I fear this book before me may be filled with lies I hear the sound of terror in a baby’s cries I must awaken But something holds me to this ground I am forsaken I signed the book, my soul is bound It’s bound To Azathoth! At the throne of chaos, yield Azathoth! Is this just a dream, surreal? Azathoth! Now in my own blood I kneel to Azathoth! Azathoth!
ELWOOD Walter awoke the entire house with his screaming, Father.
FATHER IWANICKI He sounds like a tortured soul.
ELWOOD Yes. I think he was dreaming even when he was awake.
FATHER IWANICKI May God have mercy on him!
ELWOOD There was no mercy for him the next night, Father. May Eve itself had finally arrived! The neighbors whispered about the missing child, and believed that Walpurgis revelers would gather down in the ravine beyond Meadow Hill. Mazurewicz insisted that Walter wear the silver crucifix that he had given him and Walter put it on. Then came the worst nightmares of all!