What fetid corpses linger ‘neath the shadows of our civ’lization?
A man might See such murky truth if he had but an inclination.
But more than truth, a man might See, a world beyond explanation.
And staring back through pallid mask, are sallow eyes of damnation.
For with Tattered limbs and blacked whims, and grim determination,
The Yellow King of Hyalee comes a’ seeking his relations.
— excerpt from “Darmu L’Gthal Eguorott”, ancient Rahabim poem.