STRANGE-TONGUED FIEND
"Presently
those voices, while still chaotic before me, seemed to my beating brain to take articulate form
behind me; and down there in the grave of unnumbered aeon-dead antiquities, leagues below the
dawn-lit world of men, I heard the ghastly cursing and snarling of strange-tongued fiends."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Nameless City
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