by Howard Phillips Lovecraft

And at the last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.

Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play,
The idiot Chaos blew Earth’s dust away.

Y así es como un grupo de valientes investigadores, iniciados por la terrible muerte de su amigo Jackson Elías, empieza una cruzada a travéz del mundo conocido y más allá, en busca de la destrucción del Caos que se arrastra, el terrible Faraón Negro, el mensajero de los Antiguos y su lengua sangruienta.

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