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Lovecraftian Anthology
"Original title Al Azif—azif being the word used by Arabs to designate that nocturnal sound (made by insects) suppos’d to be the howling of daemons.
Composed by Abdul Alhazred, a mad poet of Sanaá, in Yemen, who is said to have flourished during the period of the Ommiade caliphs, circa 700 A.D. He visited the ruins of Babylon and the subterranean secrets of Memphis and spent ten years alone in the great southern desert of Arabia—the Roba el Khaliyeh or “Empty Space” of the ancients—and “Dahna” or “Crimson” desert of the modern Arabs, which is held to be inhabited by protective evil spirits and monsters of death."
Howard Phillips Lovecraft - History of the Necronomicon
Dark ambient album recorded by a collaboration of 12 artists.
Released by Cryo Chamber: https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/cthulhu
"It was then that he began that rambling tale which suddenly played upon a sleeping memory and won the fevered interest of my uncle. There had been a slight earthquake tremor the night before, the most considerable felt in New England for some years; and Wilcox’s imagination had been keenly affected. Upon retiring, he had had an unprecedented dream of great Cyclopean cities of titan blocks and sky-flung monoliths, all dripping with green ooze and sinister with latent horror. Hieroglyphics had covered the walls and pillars, and from some undetermined point below had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic sensation which only fancy could transmute into sound, but which he attempted to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters: 'Cthulhu fhtagn'."
Howard Philips Lovecraft - The Call of Cthulhu
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/cc.aspx
All sounds created by:
Alt3r3d Stat3
Alphaxone
Aseptic Void
Atrium Carceri
Cryobiosis
Halgrath
Neizvestija
Ugasanie
Mystified
Asbaar
Dark Matter
Sjellos
Sabled Sun
Mastering - Simon Heath
Dark ambient album from Psyclopean:
https://altrusiangrace.bandcamp.com/album/children-of-rlyeh
"Old Castro remembered bits of hideous legend that paled the speculations of theosophists and made man and the world seem recent and transient indeed. There had been aeons when other Things ruled on the earth, and They had had great cities. Remains of Them, he said the deathless Chinamen had told him, were still to be found as Cyclopean stones on islands in the Pacific. They all died vast epochs of time before men came, but there were arts which could revive Them when the stars had come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity. They had, indeed, come themselves from the stars, and brought Their images with Them."
"These Great Old Ones, Castro continued, were not composed altogether of flesh and blood. They had shape—for did not this star-fashioned image prove it?—but that shape was not made of matter. When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never really die. They all lay in stone houses in Their great city of R’lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for Them. But at that time some force from outside must serve to liberate Their bodies. The spells that preserved Them intact likewise prevented Them from making an initial move, and They could only lie awake in the dark and think whilst uncounted millions of years rolled by. They knew all that was occurring in the universe, but Their mode of speech was transmitted thought. Even now They talked in Their tombs. When, after infinities of chaos, the first men came, the Great Old Ones spoke to the sensitive among them by moulding their dreams; for only thus could Their language reach the fleshly minds of mammals."
Howard Phillips Lovecraft - The Call of Cthulhu
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/cc.aspx
Image:
https://www.deviantart.com/dashadee/art/Cthulhu-rising-488263710
Dark ambient album of 2 hours recorded by a collaboration of 20 artists.
Released by Cryo Chamber: https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/azathoth
"...not only had no man ever been to unknown Kadath, but no man had ever suspected in what part of space it may lie; whether it be in the dreamlands around our world, or in those surrounding some unguessed companion of Fomalhaut or Aldebaran.
If in our dreamland, it might conceivably be reached; but only three fully human souls since time began had ever crossed and recrossed the black impious gulfs to other dreamlands, and of that three two had come back quite mad. There were, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well as that shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the ordered universe, where no dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep."
Howard Philips Lovecraft - The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/dq.aspx
Produced, Written, Collaborated by:
ATRIUM CARCERI
KAMMARHEIT
FOUNDATION HOPE
TAPHEPHOBIA
ALPHAXONE
ALT3R3D STAT3
APOCRYPHOS
ASEPTIC VOID
CRYOBIOSIS
DARK MATTER
DARKRAD
DRONNY DARKO
HALGRATH
MYSTIFIED
WORDCLOCK
SABLED SUN
NEIZVESTIJA
RANDAL COLLIER-FORD
SJELLOS
SVARTSINN
TERRADAEMON
UGASANIE
Mastering - Simon Heath
Dark ambient album from Psyclopean:
https://altrusiangrace.bandcamp.com/album/the-dreamlands
"I have frequently wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences—Freud to the contrary with his puerile symbolism—there are still a certain remainder whose immundane and ethereal character permits of no ordinary interpretation, and whose vaguely exciting and disquieting effect suggests possible minute glimpses into a sphere of mental existence no less important than physical life, yet separated from that life by an all but impassable barrier. From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know; and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking."
Howard Philips Lovecraft - Beyond the Wall of Sleep
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/bws.aspx
TRACKLIST:
00:00 Through The Gates Of The Silver Key
06:40 Pantherinae Saturnus (The Cats Of Saturn)
19:45 The River Of Oukranos
28:45 Flight Of The Night Gaunts
35:27 Twilight Visions Of Unknown Kadath
43:35 The Men Of Leng
A 3-hour dark soundscape album recorded by 25 ambient artists.
Released by Cryo Chamber: https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/nyarlathotep
"Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences—of electricity and psychology—and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare."
Howard Philips Lovecraft - Nyarlathotep
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/n.aspx
Produced, Written, Collaborated by:
Kammarheit
God Body Disconnect
Dronny darko
Ugasanie
Kristoffer Oustad
Alphaxone
Svartsinn
SiJ
Gydja
Atrium Carceri
Darkrad
Flowers for Bodysnatchers
Aegri Somnia
Randal Collier-Ford
Neizvestija
Metatron Omega
Wordclock
ProtoU
Northumbria
Sjellos
Sabled Sun
Council of Nine
Cryobiosis
Apocryphos
Enmarta
Mystified
Mastering - Simon Heath
Dark ambient album from Psyclopean:
https://altrusiangrace.bandcamp.com/album/at-the-mountains-of-madness
"It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth’s dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be let alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.
All that Danforth has ever hinted is that the final horror was a mirage. It was not, he declares, anything connected with the cubes and caves of echoing, vaporous, wormily honeycombed mountains of madness which we crossed; but a single fantastic, daemoniac glimpse, among the churning zenith-clouds, of what lay back of those other violet westward mountains which the Old Ones had shunned and feared.(...)
At the time his shrieks were confined to the repetition of a single mad word of all too obvious source:
Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"
Howard Phillips Lovecraft - At The Mountains of Madness
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/mm.aspx
Image:
https://media.vandalsports.com/master/3-2020/202036192323_1.jpg
Dark ambient album from Phelios:
https://phelios.bandcamp.com/album/at-the-mountains-of-madness
"The new sound, as I have intimated, upset much that we had decided; because it was what poor Lake’s dissection had led us to attribute to those we had just judged dead. It was, Danforth later told me, precisely what he had caught in infinitely muffled form when at that spot beyond the alley-corner above the glacial level; and it certainly had a shocking resemblance to the wind-pipings we had both heard around the lofty mountain caves. At the risk of seeming puerile I will add another thing, too; if only because of the surprising way Danforth’s impression chimed with mine. Of course common reading is what prepared us both to make the interpretation, though Danforth has hinted at queer notions about unsuspected and forbidden sources to which Poe may have had access when writing his Arthur Gordon Pym a century ago. It will be remembered that in that fantastic tale there is a word of unknown but terrible and prodigious significance connected with the antarctic and screamed eternally by the gigantic, spectrally snowy birds of that malign region’s core. "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" That, I may admit, is exactly what we thought we heard conveyed by that sudden sound behind the advancing white mist—that insidious musical piping over a singularly wide range.
We were in full flight before three notes or syllables had been uttered, though we knew that the swiftness of the Old Ones would enable any scream-roused and pursuing survivor of the slaughter to overtake us in a moment if it really wished to do so. We had a vague hope, however, that non-aggressive conduct and a display of kindred reason might cause such a being to spare us in case of capture; if only from scientific curiosity. After all, if such an one had nothing to fear for itself it would have no motive in harming us. Concealment being futile at this juncture, we used our torch for a running glance behind, and perceived that the mist was thinning. Would we see, at last, a complete and living specimen of those others? Again came that insidious musical piping—"Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"
Howard Phillips Lovecraft - At The Mountains of Madness
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/mm.aspx
Tracklist:
00:00 Antarctica
06:05 Mount Erebus
12:04 Opalescent Void
17:52 The Sea Cavern
24:32 Crypt of the Old Ones
32:14 The Glacial Creature
Image:
https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/075/013/large/Nikolay_Razuev_11.jpg
Dark ambient album of 2 hours recorded by a collaboration of 20 artists.
Released by Cryo Chamber: https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/yog-sothoth
"Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread."
Howard Phillips Lovecraft: The Dunwich Horror
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/dh.aspx
Tracklist:
0:00:00 I
1:01:59 II
Created by:
ProtoU
Sjellos
Alphaxone
Gydja
Kristoffer Oustad
Aegri Somnia
Kammarheit
Darkrad
Atrium Carceri
Randal Collier-Ford
Neizvestija
Council of Nine
Dronny Darko
Flowers for Bodysnatchers
God Body Disconnect
Keosz
Kolhoosi 13
Northumbria
Sij
Ugasanie
Mastered and Artwork by Simon Heath
Dark drone/vocal ambient album from Psyclopean:
https://altrusiangrace.bandcamp.com/album/nathicana
"It was in the pale garden of Zaïs;
The mist-shrouded gardens of Zaïs,
Where blossoms the white nephalotë,
The redolent herald of midnight.
There slumber the still lakes of crystal,
And streamlets that flow without murm’ring;
Smooth streamlets from caverns of Kathos
Where brood the calm spirits of twilight.
And over the lakes and the streamlets
Are bridges of pure alabaster,
White bridges all cunningly carven
With figures of fairies and daemons.
Here glimmer strange suns and strange planets,
And strange is the crescent Banapis
That sets ’yond the ivy-grown ramparts
Where thickens the dust of the evening.
Here fall the white vapours of Yabon;
And here in the swirl of vapours
I saw the divine Nathicana;
The garlanded, white Nathicana;
The slender, black-hair’d Nathicana;
The sloe-ey’d, red-lipp’d Nathicana;
The silver-voic’d, sweet Nathicana;
The pale-rob’d, belov’d Nathicana.
And ever was she my belovèd,
From ages when Time was unfashion’d;
From days when the stars were not fashion’d
Nor any thing fashion’d but Yabon."
Howard Phillips Lovecraft - Nathicana (~1927)
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/poetry/p355.aspx
Dark ambient album from Maculatum:
https://malignantrecs.bandcamp.com/album/the-nameless-city
"Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, its low walls nearly hidden by the sands of uncounted ages. It must have been thus before the first stones of Memphis were laid, and while the bricks of Babylon were yet unbaked. There is no legend so old as to give it a name, or to recall that it was ever alive; but it is told of in whispers around campfires and muttered about by grandams in the tents of sheiks, so that all the tribes shun it without wholly knowing why."
Howard Philips Lovecraft - The Nameless City
https://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/nc.aspx
Tracklist:
00:00 Part I
06:32 Part II
14:36 Part III
20:01 Part IV
34:50 Part V
42:52 Part VI
Dark ambient album of 2 hours recorded by a collaboration of 20 artists.
Released by Cryo Chamber: https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/shub-niggurath
"And then I heard the other voice. To this hour I shudder retrospectively when I think of how it struck me, prepared though I was by Akeley’s accounts. Those to whom I have since described the record profess to find nothing but cheap imposture or madness in it; but could they have heard the accursed thing itself, or read the bulk of Akeley’s correspondence (especially that terrible and encyclopaedic second letter), I know they would think differently. It is, after all, a tremendous pity that I did not disobey Akeley and play the record for others—a tremendous pity, too, that all of his letters were lost. To me, with my first-hand impression of the actual sounds, and with my knowledge of the background and surrounding circumstances, the voice was a monstrous thing. It swiftly followed the human voice in ritualistic response, but in my imagination it was a morbid echo winging its way across unimaginable abysses from unimaginable outer hells. It is more than two years now since I last ran off that blasphemous waxen cylinder; but at this moment, and at all other moments, I can still hear that feeble, fiendish buzzing as it reached me for the first time.
'Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!'"
Howard Phillips Lovecraft - The Whisperer in Darkness
Written, Produced, Performed
Atrium Carceri
God Body Disconnect
Dronny Darko
ProtoU
Kolhoosi 13
Neizvestija
Northumbria
Apocryphos
Randal Collier-Ford
Dead Melodies
Flowers for Bodysnatchers
Ager Sonus
Council of Nine
Kammarheit
Gydja
Creation VI
Darkrad
Aegri Somnia
Ugasanie
SiJ
Alphaxone
Keosz
Artwork & Mastering
Simon Heath
Dark ambient album from Psyclopean:
https://altrusiangrace.bandcamp.com/album/the-king-in-yellow
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
Robert W. Chambers - Cassilda's Song in "The King in Yellow," Act I, Scene 2.
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/8492/8492-h/8492-h.htm
A 2 hour dark soundscape album recorded by over 20 ambient artists as a tribute to H. P. Lovecraft and Robert W. Chambers: https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/hastur
"The mask of self-deception was no longer a mask for me, it was a part of me. Night lifted it, laying bare the stifled truth below; but there was no one to see except myself, and when the day broke the mask fell back again of its own accord. These thoughts passed through my troubled mind as I lay sick, but they were hopelessly entangled with visions of white creatures, heavy as stone, crawling about in Boris' basin,—of the wolf's head on the rug, foaming and snapping at Geneviève, who lay smiling beside it. I thought, too, of the King in Yellow wrapped in the fantastic colours of his tattered mantle, and that bitter cry of Cassilda, "Not upon us, oh King, not upon us!" Feverishly I struggled to put it from me, but I saw the lake of Hali, thin and blank, without a ripple or wind to stir it, and I saw the towers of Carcosa behind the moon. Aldebaran, the Hyades, Alar, Hastur, glided through the cloud-rifts which fluttered and flapped as they passed like the scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow."
Robert William Chambers - The King In Yellow (1895)
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/8492/8492-h/8492-h.htm
"Some name him Hastur - others Assatur, Hali or Kaiwan. The last can, to the erudite mind, whisper something of where the supernal alliances may lie. The men of Leng are purported to know more, but that is no place for wholesome minds. Better then to seek out a Shantak. It will doubtless whisper of onyx and a frigid wind, urging you ever northward and upward. Were ye to follow, ye may glean the answers ye seek. But they would do you little good, once the unrelenting drums have hold on thee. It is better, sometimes, not to know whom ye serve." - Excerpt from Digibook
Written, Produced, Performed collaboratively:
Atrium Carceri
Mount Shrine
Dead Melodies
Flowers for Bodysnatchers
Ruptured World
Ager Sonus
Dronny Darko
ProtoU
Neizvestija
Dahlia's Tear
Northumbria
God Body Disconnect
Council of Nine
Apocryphos
Wordclock
Gydja
Kolhoosi 13
Creation VI
Darkrad
Ugasanie
Alphaxone
SiJ
Sphäre Sechs
Text - Donald Persson
Artwork & Mastering - Simon Heath
Dark ambient album from Phelios:
https://phelios.bandcamp.com/album/gates-of-atlantis
"Piecing together the scattered records, ancient and modern, anthropological and medical, I found a fairly consistent mixture of myth and hallucination whose scope and wildness left me utterly dazed. Only one thing consoled me—the fact that the myths were of such early existence. What lost knowledge could have brought pictures of the Palaeozoic or Mesozoic landscape into these primitive fables, I could not even guess, but the pictures had been there. Thus, a basis existed for the formation of a fixed type of delusion. (...)
A few of the myths had significant connexions with other cloudy legends of the pre-human world, especially those Hindoo tales involving stupefying gulfs of time and forming part of the lore of modern theosophists.
Primal myth and modern delusion joined in their assumption that mankind is only one—perhaps the least—of the highly evolved and dominant races of this planet’s long and largely unknown career. Things of inconceivable shape, they implied, had reared towers to the sky and delved into every secret of Nature before the first amphibian forbear of man had crawled out of the hot sea three hundred million years ago."
Howard Philips Lovecraft - The Shadow out of Time
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/sot.aspx
Tracklist:
00:00 Gates of Atlantis
05:36 Temple of Yith
12:35 Spiritual Possession
18:10 Hibernation
25:42 New Stellar Age
31:37 The Shadow Out of Time
39:32 Ascension
47:19 Gates of Atlantis (alternate version)
Dark ambient album of 2 hours recorded by a collaboration of over 20 artists.
https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/yig
"It seems that Yig, the snake-god of the central plains tribes—presumably the primal source of the more southerly Quetzalcoatl or Kukulcan—was an odd, half-anthropomorphic devil of highly arbitrary and capricious nature. He was not wholly evil, and was usually quite well-disposed toward those who gave proper respect to him and his children, the serpents; but in the autumn he became abnormally ravenous, and had to be driven away by means of suitable rites. That was why the tom-toms in the Pawnee, Wichita, and Caddo country pounded ceaselessly week in and week out in August, September, and October; and why the medicine-men made strange noises with rattles and whistles curiously like those of the Aztecs and Mayas.
Yig’s chief trait was a relentless devotion to his children—a devotion so great that the redskins almost feared to protect themselves from the venomous rattlesnakes which thronged the region. Frightful clandestine tales hinted of his vengeance upon mortals who flouted him or wreaked harm upon his wriggling progeny; his chosen method being to turn his victim, after suitable tortures, to a spotted snake."
Howard Phillips Lovecraft - The Curse of Yig
https://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/cy.aspx
"Lord Yig, spare us Your torments. Spare us Your venoms and Your blights. Spare us the wrath of Your twisted children. Spare us the impregnations of Your fangs, the planting of Your seeds in the wombs of our women folk. Spare us the abominations of Your spawn, the rigours of Your tyranny in the distorted adjuncts of Your suffering.
Give us the means by which to flee the strangulations of their warping bodies, the grip of their obliterating crush on the circulations of our life stuffs. Spare us from the transmutations of the hours of killing, when the bodies prosper in the fragrance of their downfall, within the pungencies of their rots.
Slithering forth, they populate the basements of our lonely abodes in the Southern deserts—here, where the yokes of the serpents blend a milieu of Your deepest forebodings. We are the food of Your element, made to contemplate the woes of Your poisons—arrested by Your boiling froths, brought to our mouths, of Your vengeful bestowal."
Excerpt from Digibook
Tracklist:
0:00:00 Yig I
1:10:22 Yig II
Written, Produced, Performed collaboratively:
Neizvestija
ProtoU
Dronny Darko
RNGMNN
In Quantum
Dead Melodies
Atrium Carceri
Keosz
Northumbria
Beyond the Ghost
Wordclock
God Body Disconnect
Randal Collier-Ford
Hilyard
Council of Nine
Dahlia's Tear
Lesa Listvy
Creation VI
Aegri Somnia
Ager Sonus
Ruptured World
Alphaxone
The Lovecraft Anthology playlist:
https://www.bitchute.com/playlist/QlnmD5vFBnVk/