Nyarlathotep’s Masquerade Lyrics

Dark messenger from cosmic lies,

A thousand forms and countless eyes,

Whispers snake through empty halls,

He comes and grins as madness calls.

A face in shadow, a voice of silk,

We drink his poison like mother's milk.

Promises sweet, lies like wine,

We're puppets dancing to his line.

(Come closer, heed my call…)

Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos,

Wearing faces to deceive and mask us.

A king, a prophet, a stranger's smile,

In his presence, all's defiled.

Through cities lost and minds betrayed,

His footsteps tread where fears are made.

He bends our dreams, twists our sight,

Leads us dancing into night.

He wears our faces, haunts our souls,

Guiding us to fractured goals.

A thousand voices, none are true,

The chaos wears what it chooses to.

(Know me, fear me, I am you…)

Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos,

Through realms of dread, he'll harass us.

An actor, a god, a trickster's veil,

In his wake, all reason fails.

He is the plague that haunts the dream,

A silent scream within a scream.

Mocking, laughing, twisting minds,

Leaving sanity behind.

(All paths lead to madness…)

Cities crumble under his gaze,

In his shadow, the world decays.

No mercy here, no divine light,

Just endless dark, unending night.

He's the prophet, and we're his flock,

Bound to madness, no way to stop.

With every promise, every jest,

He knows we're helpless like the rest.

Nyarlathotep, the face of dread,

The shadows twist where he's tread.

In every voice, a lurking lie,

In his chaos, reason dies.

Wanderer of cosmic plains,

Bearer of secrets, deliverer of pain.

His laughter echoes through empty skies,

Where mortal dreams come to die.

(I am the chaos, I am the night…)