Shub Niggurath Tapestries

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Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!

"Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again."

“Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!” — H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

"Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!" — H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die...

That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die...

"Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!" — H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness