Coordinates: 51°23′58″N 0°04′29″W / 51.3995°N 0.0747°W / 51.3995; -0.0747
Selhurst is a suburban development in the London Borough of Croydon 7.8 miles (12.6 km) south-south-east of Charing Cross. A relatively small area, Selhurst is bounded by South Norwood, Croydon and Thornton Heath and, like nearby Broad Green, has lost its distinct identity from these larger neighbours in recent years . The BRIT School, a performing arts school operated by The BRIT foundation, more commonly known for bringing us the BRIT Awards, is located in Selhurst. Selhurst Park, the ground of Crystal Palace Football Club, is sited at the northern end of the neighbourhood.
Selhurst is named after the Anglo Saxon for "dwelling in a wood". Evidence of a Saxon settlement was found when the railway station was built. Later, the land was owned by Henry VIII.
Heavers Meadow is an open space covering an area of 8.75 acres (0.014 sq mi; 0.035 km2) with a footpath through a flood meadow.
The composer Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (1875–1912) lived at 30 Dagnall Park. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle lived on Tennison Road.
Éric Daniel Pierre Cantona (French pronunciation: [kantɔna]) (born 24 May 1966) is a French actor and former French international footballer. He played for Auxerre, Martigues, Marseille, Bordeaux, Montpellier, Nîmes and Leeds United before ending his professional footballing career at Manchester United, where he won four Premier League titles in five years and two League and FA Cup Doubles.
Cantona is often regarded as having played a key role in the revival of Manchester United as a footballing force and he enjoys iconic status at the club. He wore the number 7 shirt at United, which was previously worn by George Best and Bryan Robson, and subsequently worn by David Beckham and Cristiano Ronaldo. Cantona is affectionately nicknamed by Manchester United fans as "King Eric", and was voted as Manchester United's greatest ever player by Inside United magazine. Set against his footballing achievements was a poor disciplinary record throughout his career, including a conviction for assault on a fan in 1995.
Victor Moses (born 12 December 1990) is a footballer who plays for Wigan Athletic. Moses can play in a variety of positions, but in the first-team games he has taken part in so far, Moses has mostly played as a left winger. Born in Nigeria, he has represented England at under-16, under-17, under-19 and under-21 levels, but opted to play for the Nigerian national football team as opposed to being fully capped at the English level.
Born in Nigeria, Moses moved to England at the age of 11. He attended Stanley Technical High School (now known as the Harris Academy) in South Norwood, during which time he was scouted playing football in the local Tandridge League, where scouts from Crystal Palace approached him, with the club's Selhurst Park stadium just streets away from his school. The scouts were so impressed that he was offered a place in the Eagles' academy, which he accepted.
Shortly after Moses joined their academy, Palace recommended him to the fee-paying Whitgift School in Croydon where former Palace player and coach Steve Kember and former Arsenal and Chelsea star Colin Pates had been coaching the school football team, in the hope that the higher quality coaching and facilities at Whitgift would further improve his development as a player.
Night had came
And nightmare starts again
I feel They awake in me
Another night of endurance
That makes me sick...
I hear Them calling my name
They are roaming in my soul
Their eerie voices twist my mind
And shred it like a sharpest knife...
...And They are calling me...
Every night They torturing me
Grimly mocking at my soul
I feel I start to loose control
I feel I'm going insane...
My tortures grow stronger
From night till night
And They are calling me...
They want to take me to Their Side...
Will it ever ends?
Will I ever escape from this horror?
For now I know exactly
Even Death can't give me rest...
...And They still calling me...
"Again and again I tell you
never summon Those,
on whom you have no power,
'cause your soul and mind
In the grey beginning of times,
In steaming fens of Newmade Earth,
Formless and loathsome mass
Reposed amid slime and vapors...
It sloughed from its oozy sides
In a slow ceaseless wave
The amoebic forms that were
The archetypes of earthly life...
Disgusting and loathsome
Swarming formless source
The Beginning and the End
of all things...
It was before Cthulhu and Yog-Sothoth,
It was before Hastur and Tsathoggua,
It was before Yithians and Elders
It was before all the Things...
And all the forms of life as it told
Shall go back at last
Through the Great Circle of Time
Oh King of Infinite Space!
Planetmover, Lord of Dimensions!
Son of the Ultimate Void!
The Guardian of the Gate!
Approach from the South!
Approach from the North!
Approach from the East!
Approach from the West!
You are the Gate and Key to the Gate
All in One, One in All
The One by life prolonged
Umr At-Tawil!
Yog-Sothoth!
Lord of the Gate,
Opener of the Way,
Master of Angles,
Omegapoint!
By Azathoth, by Nyarlathotep,
By That which created the Voids,
By the Will of the Outer Gods
Let those who want to leave come out!
By Kadath the Unknown,
By Hidden Plateau of Leng,
By the Cursed R'lyeh in the Deep
Let the Gate be opened!
Rend the Veil!
Crush the Mirror!
Reveal the Illusion!
Hark to the Voice of Eternal One,
Hark to the Mournful Sigh of the Vortex,
The mad rushing of the Ultimate Wind
That swirls darkly amongst the Silent Stars...
The Great Air-Elemental,
Lord of the Outer Ones,
Leader of N'gha-Kthun Hordes
Ruler of the Dark Realm of Aldebaran...
Hark to Him, who howls serpent-fanged
Amid the bowels of Nether-Earth
Hark to Him, whose ceaseless roaring ever fills
The Timeless Skies of Hidden Leng...
He tears the forests and crush the cities,
But unknown (the) Hand that smites
and Soul that destroys
For Faceless and Foul walks the Accursed One
His Form is unseen to man...
Hark to His voice in Dark Hours
And answer His Deadly Call
Bow and pray at His Passing
But speak not His Name aloud...
...And by the Power of Yellow Sign
(Some) Mysteries which hide
'Neath the black waves of Uncertainty
Bear the Sign of Cosmic Fear
Unbearable for human mind...
Strongholds of primordial horrors,
The anxious visions of sickening madness
For aeons are lying in the Sleep of Death
Hidden in the Dark Corners of the Earth...
Monstrous basaltic crypts
Infested by the eerie fiends of the Deep
Await in the darkened Voids
Eternally hidden from human sight...
And from enormous monoliths
Covered with loathsome seaweeds
The Call of the One is heard
The One ruled before all legends of man...
CTHULHU FHTAGN!!!!!!!
Dark sickening visions
From Unholy Aeons
Monstrous and unreal
R'lyeh Ascension...
"That is Not Dead, which can eternally lie,
Yet with Strange Aeons even Death may Die..."
Thousand of loathsome throats
Begin to chant the eerie hymn
As Great Cthulhu rises from the Deadly Sleep
Spreading the wings of Subterranean Darkness...
"Ph'nglui Mglw'nafn Cthulhu R'lyeh Wgah'nagl Fhtagn"
The era of man comes to an end
Subterranean Horrors awoke from the Sleep
Abhorrent and Loathsome
I drown in the sea of Uncertainty
As ritual wine flows through my veins
Glimmering flames of candles
Are dance in the cold breeze...
Unknown hollowed voices
Sing me strange alien rhymes
Which echo in my subconsciouisness
Like a hymn to the Ultimate Void...
Magnetic spectral shadows
Are dance before my eyes
As dark mist like hideous serpent
Crawls in my soul and my mind
My heart is trembling like an autumn leaf
As grim coldness descends like black ravenwing
Mirrored Cryptogram is shinning
Three symbols are burn like Draconian eyes...
The Mirror between Reality and Dream
Opens me the Gate to my own Black Ethyr!!!
Through the icy starmist
Through the dimensions and realms of Space
Through the thousand roaring Abysses
I fly to reach Eternity...
No more human, no more mortal,
Under the Sigh of 13 Globes
I reach the board of all Entities
And behold my fate which awaits me...
Dark Vortex of Antimateria
Covers me with the sinister shroud,
Black Flame of Eternal Chaos
Purifies my soul...
The untrodden paths
Unknown for the race of man
Are eternally opened for me
To reach Immortality...
Where Nuclear Chaos roars,
Where Nothingness shall be my beloved bride,
I shall eternally dwell
Pain and fear rule the world
Where man devouring man
Society divided to wolves and sheep
And for mercy there's no place...
Empty promises of love
Empty promises of peace
Just ruin your instinct of survival
And turn you to the prey...
In Eternal War mankind became
great,
In eternal peace mankind would die,
Our history is the history of wars
Skillfully written in blood...
Don't listen to hypocritical bleating
Of the ones telling you about love
Their benevolence just a mask
Which hides your worst enemy...
Is it natural to love the enemies?
When they'll beat you will you turn the other cheek?
Kill or be killed is the law of nature
So set your cruelty and aggression free
And as the wolves amongst sheep we will hunt
"Cause there's no middle state
Predators need blood,
"What man knows Kadath?
The Great City on four magnetic poles...
For who shall know of that
Which ever abides in strange time continuum
Twix Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow..."
"Lost amidst the Cold Waste
An Onyx Castle stands
Dark clouds shroud the mighty peak
That gleams 'neath Ancient Stars...
Cursed signs guard the Nighted Gate
Carved by forgotten hands
And woe to him who dare to pass
Within those dreadful doors...
Gods of the Earth are revel
Where others once walked
In Mystic Timeless Halls
Which some have glimpst in sleeps
Dim vault through strange
"I hear the Roar of Nuclear Chaos
Which bubbles beyond the Angles of Dimensions..."
Out in the Void beyond the Ordered Space
There's only Blind Chaos without Form or Place...
The maddened beating of vile drums,
The monstrous howls of accursed flutes
The waterfalls of blind idiocy
Are mixed in formless and maddened gulf...
Lord of Inconceivable Fears,
Great Source of Unholiness
Destroyer of worlds and Dimensions
The Sultan of Those Without Names
Creator of Nothingness
Blind Horror of all the Voids
In Ultimate Chaos He ravenously gnaws...
Vile drooling Hordes
Of Blind Idiot Gods
Are shamble and gesture
In the Gulf of Azathoth...
Out in the Void beyond Time and Space
Blind Chaos roaring in blasphemic rejoice...
You, Whose Soul dwells in Yog-Sothoth,
You, Whose Will is proclaimed by Nyarlathotep,
You, Whose Image embodied in Xada-Hgla