Yidhra she came,
When I was insane.
Witch of the Old Ones,
Knowing the powers beyond.
She came for me
So the Old Ones can be free.
Preparing me
As a vessel for Thee.
The Druids tried to conceal me
In cloaks of pure red silk
But Yidhra could see through
And she did find me.
Only to bring one message:
The Old Ones will return...
Yidhra has many forms,
But none of them include worms.
To create a world-spanning whole,
Including vulturine Y'hath, Xothra;
Who sleep in the Earth
And wakes to devour.
A beautiful woman named Yolanda,
Her true form is unknown.
Mentioned in a few rare Mythos tomes.
The most Ancient Gods,
Prototypes of all the Gods,
Worshiped before humanity;
And all came from one source.
The source is called Mlandoth,
All Gods are manifestations of Him.
Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing
Whom haunts this region of space
Before the solar system was formed,
Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.
Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth
Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,
Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.
Before death was born, She was born;
For untold ages there was life without death,
Life without birth, life unchanging.
But at last death came; birth came;
Life became mortal and mutable,
And thereafter fathers died,
Sons were born, and never the same.
The slime became the worm
And the worm the serpent,
The serpent the yeti of the mountains
And the yeti became man.
Only She escaped death,
Escaped birth.
But She could not escape change,
For all things will change;
The trees of the North must shed their leaves.
She learned to devour the mortal creatures;
From their seed to change Herself,
And to be as all mortal things,
Living forever without birth, without death.
In the library of Alexandria
Yidhra was writing and reading;
Copying the ancient scrolls,
Of Eibon, Mhu Thulan and voodoo dolls.
The Elders banished her to 'other realm,
Behind the mirror the demons did overwhelm.
But I took her out of the mirror,
Her life here is much dearer.
In the mirror-realm I placed myself,
The demons will remember oneself.
Protecting of my soul,
The darkness of a ghoul.
Yidhra lives my life now,
I live Hers, it is not allowed.
Eagerly I wait for the Old Ones,
'cause that is what Yidhra does.
As Upper Witch of Them,
She is the ultimate gem!
Yidhra she came,
When I was insane.
Witch of the Old Ones,
Knowing the powers beyond.
She came for me
So the Old Ones can be free.
Preparing me
As a vessel for Thee.
The Druids tried to conceal me
In cloaks of pure red silk
But Yidhra could see through
And she did find me.
Only to bring one message:
The Old Ones will return...
The most Ancient Gods,
Prototypes of all the Gods,
Worshiped before humanity;
And all came from one source.
The source is called Mlandoth,
All Gods are manifestations of Him.
Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing
Whom haunts this region of space
Before the solar system was formed,
Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.
Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth
Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,
Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.
Before death was born, She was born;
For untold ages there was life without death,
Life without birth, life unchanging.
But at last death came; birth came;
Life became mortal and mutable,
And thereafter fathers died,
Sons were born, and never the same.
The slime became the worm
And the worm the serpent,
The serpent the yeti of the mountains
And the yeti became man.
Only She escaped death,
Escaped birth.
But She could not escape change,
For all things will change;
The trees of the North must shed their leaves.
She learned to devour the mortal creatures;
From their seed to change Herself,
And to be as all mortal things,
Living forever without birth, without death.