Necronomicon

Thousands of believers know today, Blockhead.
Salem, you burned and quenched your thirst.
We know that fire is like that,
secrets burn and myths are born in the end.

They dress in human skins, Blockhead,
and that skin will allow dating the century,
signs that release the truth, half
of what we know
in memory of the master Lovecraft.

Everyone hid everything and without delay,
claiming some paranoia.
They keep a kind of curse,
something forbidden in religion.
A shadow that devours everything,
a symphony of destruction.
Once madness is inserted
NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME!!

Necronomicon......

London, Paris, Yemen, Berlin,
Alexandria and Arkham.

Everyone hid everything and without delay,
claiming some paranoia.
They keep a kind of curse,
something forbidden in religion.
A shadow that devours everything,
a symphony of destruction.
Once madness is inserted
There will be no turning back.

Necronomicon........