Me, the Dreamer

KADATH!

All golden it blazed in the sunset
I dreamed of it three times
Torn away from this splendid vision
I felt the bondage of dream’s tyrannous gods
I can't resist anymore
My prayers will not go in vain

Descending seventy steps
To the priests’ cavern lit by fire
Without fear, in light slumber
I see the dark gate towards deep dreams

I'm perfectly sure now
That my path will take me to Ulthar
Beyond the river Skai
It stands
To the Temple of the Elder Ones
I learn about the stone face on Ngranek
The face of the Great Ones
Dancing by moonlight
Under unimagined stars
In their black onyx castle
Keeping the secret of Kadath

“Carter”

Me, the dreamer, having traveled the dreamlands
Possessor of the silver key and knowledge
Traveler of the underworld
Traveler of ethereal shores
I'm different, not from this world
Different from this cursed society
which prevents men from dreaming
I will tear myself away from its embrace
Away from its embrace

Descending the river Skai
On the road of the Southern Sea
Like a wanderer in the twilight
I’m finally approaching the basalt city
Black towers of Dylath-Leen
I see the endless sea
Its abysmal darkness,
Place of vile secrets
Perdition of souls
I could sink, I could wake up, I could die
But this dream is mine

A strange drink
Dizziness of space
And the fever of unimagined jungles
An evil laughter on an odious face
And I feel my soul darkening and fading away
In an eternal night.

Coming to my senses, I smell these stenches
I heard the creaking of the black galley
Templed terraces of Zar, forgotten dreams
The spires of infamous Thalarion
Charnal gardens of Xura
Gorgeous lands which cannot hide my tragic fate

I feel the ship rising, far from the fathomless sea
The terrors of nightmare, take possession of me

The galley continues its rise
Transporting me to the impure
Like a comet crossing the cosmos
Crossing the gigantic field of stars

The moon illuminates the night with its ghostly presence
Coming closer like a fleshless world
The trap closes, leading me to the crawling chaos
Towards the sound of the vile drums
Towards the central void and the daemon-sultan

The moon petrifies the night with its deadly silence
Revealing its craters like ancestral scars
I admire it with my dreamy eyes
With my dreamy eyes
With my dreamy eyes
With my dreamy eyes blinded by its glow