Having survived the whispers of Pnath
My soul wanders in search of light
I hear the filthy moans
Of Gugs and Ghasts
In the cursed vault of Zin
The dreamer is only flesh and prey
Climbing the huge stone steps
Seeing yellowish-red eyes
I’m running under
Under the sign of Koth
Jasper terraces of Kiran
Thousand gilded spires of Thran
Sound of the galleon
On the Cerenerian sea
My eyes can now admire
The immortal city
Celephaïs, your million lights illuminate me
Deathless city of vision
Away from lands of perdition
Despite the words of the old great King Kuranes
I continue my quest for unknown Kadath
Reaching the onyx land of Inganok
I lead myself to my loss
Freezing wind
Hypocephalic winged nightmare
Golden throne and yellow silken mask
And I fall again
Changeless guardians of the Great Abyss
Sarkomand, dark ruins
Unholy alliance, darkness and nocturnal sky
I cross the sea, with an unnatural army
A despicable island, horde of mephitic moon-beasts
The time has come, it’s time for war
A cloud of black wings falls on the shore
A rain of corpses spills into the sea
Chaos of battle and conquest, bodies hitting the floor
Violence, horror, and beauty
The granite floor turns the color of blood
The blood of those from the dark side of the moon
Phosphorescence of low clouds
Shines on the ground
Having hardly survived the whispers of Pnath
Having courageously escaped the vault of Zin
I can complete my quest through the sky
Across the plateau of Leng, under the sign of Koth