[CRAWLING CHAOS:]
Bow before him, face the master of the night
Now behold the Daemon Sultan at his height
Here you shall revel
Succumb, pay homage, he is Prime
An ancient evil
That lurks beyond all space and time
Space and time
Azathoth!
All appalling truths revealed
Azathoth!
Writhing madness unconcealed
Azathoth!
At the throne of chaos, yield to Azathoth!
Azathoth!
[GILMAN:]
I fear this book before me may be filled with lies
I hear the sound of terror in a baby's cries
I must awaken
But something holds me to this ground
I am forsaken
I signed the book, my soul is bound
It's bound
To Azathoth!
At the throne of chaos, yield
Azathoth!
Is this just a dream, surreal?
Azathoth!
Now in my own blood I kneel to Azathoth!
Azathoth!
[ELWOOD:]
Walter awoke the entire house with his screaming, Father.
[FATHER IWANICKI:]
He sounds like a tortured soul.
[ELWOOD:]
Yes. I think he was dreaming even when he was awake.
[FATHER IWANICKI:]
May God have mercy on him!
[ELWOOD:]
There was no mercy for him the next night, Father. May Eve itself had finally arrived! The neighbors whispered about the missing child, and believed that Walpurgis revelers would gather down in the ravine beyond Meadow Hill. Mazurewicz insisted that Walter wear the silver crucifix that he had given him and Wal¬ter put it on. Then came the worst nightmares of all!