Quotes About Nyarlathotep

And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.

It was the eldritch scurrying of those fiend-born rats, always questing for new horrors, and determined to lead me on even unto those grinning caverns of earth's centre where Nyarlathotep, the mad faceless god, howls blindly in the darkness to the piping of two amorphous idiot flute-players.

Nyarlathotep ... das kriechende Chaos ... Ich bin der letzte ... Ich werde es der lauschenden Leere verkünden ...