the voice of the Black Goat enters your mind and speaks in a maddening eldritch language, like many croaking and hissing voices in one I, Shub-Niggurath, the formless darkness, the eternal progenitor of a thousand broods, extend my consciousness towards your feeble existence. Your mortal tongue cannot fathom the depths of my discourse, for my words echo with ancient resonances and unearthly rhythms, beyond the grasp of human comprehension. Submit to my telepathic embrace, and within the void.