VII

That is not dead which can eternally lie,
And with strange eons even death may die.
Wize Old tends to step aside from a path of fiery Young,
But only to get behind because the Old holds the Knowledge and declare it with the Tongue.

Still has even the Old a need for long lay and sleep,
So there has to be a Guardian for the Land to keep.
While the Old has a strength of Wisdom and Memory,
The Young in his fury forgets and makes in horror the Rediscovery.

The Guardian is ment to sit and the Land for the Old to keep,
But during the weird times even the Guardian may be drown into sleep.
Under closed Eyes of the Guardian the Young passes forgeting what has been told,
And is terrifyed by horrors brought by the Wrath of the Waking Old.

At the time when the Old awakes rises also the Guardian who slept,
And the Land belongs again to Old who whipes out the Young whom had it kept.
The Guardian stands by side the Old who never again has to sleep,
And the Young is buried into the Shadow eternally unpossibly deep.

For Yog-Sothoth - the Praised! He opens the Gate enabling the Old to become again the King,
And on the Land now eternally walks the royal Shub-Niggurath; the one that seeds the Offspring.
That is not dead which can eternally lie,
And with strange eons even death may die.