Hear the Voice of the terrible Hastur, hear the mournful sighs of the whirlwind, the mad whistling of the Beyond Wind, whirling in the darkness among the silent stars.
Hear Him, the serpent-toothed one, howling in the bowels of the underworld; hear Him, whose incessant roar fills the timeless skies of the hidden Lang.
His power fells the forest and crushes the cities, but no one can see the merciless hand and know the soul of the destroyer, for the Cursed One is faceless and ugly, and His form is unknown to people. Hear His Voice in the dark hours, answer His call with Your call; bow down before Him and pray as He passes by, but do not speak His Name aloud.