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Voice of the Messenger
00:55
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Upon the dark shores of the dreaded lake
The denizens of the Nameless City
have just sealed thier fate
No more earthly worries
Oh NO! Not for them
"What did you still think to be human
after betraying me?"
The King in Yellow's Decree
The Plague... The Plague... The Plague of the Pallid Mask
"Never shall you remove these masks you've
placed upon you
By this mark you shall be known...
THE DECEIVERS OF THE KING IN YELLOW"
But some did not believe, and refused this cross to bear
And one by one thier masks fell down
to the ground...
And Now...
The Plague... The Plague... The Plague of the Pallid Mask
Behold, as thier skin begins to rip
Something new coming through
Human flesh lies tattered and limp
What remains, standing there in thier place
My God, mere words cannot say
A Horror my mind cannot convey!
In the most exquisite pain
forever they will remain
No shadow of what they used to be
Just a Shambling Insanity
Noxious appendages reaching down
as they pick thier former faces from the ground
A new mask to wear
This sign they'll always bear
The King in Yellow's Decree
The Plague... The Plague... The Plague of the Pallid Mask
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Nyarlathotep
04:53
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Behold the god of great blasphemy
The ancient one of black prophecies
His name is known within the tome of the shepherds son:
THE NECRONOMICON
Messenger of the Gods
Crawling Chaos alive
From Egypt he rose, three thousand years ago
In the form of a pharaoh: a being from beyond
And leaving their homes, the people would follow him to Beyond the dunes: to the oasis of doom
And once, Atop Kadath he waits
For the dreamer whose dreams the gods will take
Ia Nyarlathotep Ia Ia Ia Ia
He is the one: the thing in the moonlight
Spreading their disease throughout eternity
Cant you see...
Nyarlathotep!
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Deep down within the sleepy hills, there is a place
A Cemetery, where the dead shall never rest
Nothing there remains... but ancient graves
No corpse has been set within the ground...
for countless ages
And the legends of the locals say
At night something lurkes between the monuments of death and decay
Down at Hickman Cemetery
The last caretaker, old man Hickman
He has said he regrets the day he locked the gates
and stopped puttinig bodies into the earth
For closing the graveyard brought upon them the worst
Because the things the locals see
Live beneath the tombs, in catacombs they reside
Wasting away, starving deep inside, emaciated ghouls, slowly they die
Then one night they came, while close across the street
old man Hickmans daughter in bed fast asleep
She did not hear them
As the window opened
Frenzied from starvation
Not upon the dead with they eat
But the supple flesh of the living will be thier feast
The very next morning Hickman found what remained
Human teeth and bones
And a trail of blood... leading to the graves
What the search party found they kept locked away
Deep within the ground
Safe and sound, as long as THEY feed
So the townsfold reopened the Cemetery
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Ghost of Yib'Ishnagarib
03:53
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Upon a hill of standing stones
Najin he sits cold, wet, alone
This perilous path has worn him thin
But he'll see it to the end
Haunting him, the things he did
And the Ghost of Yib'Ishnagarib
To find the cure he has sacrificed his life
Since the day the wasting sickness took his son and wife
He must find the one who appeared with the healing hand
And force him to understand
Remembering what the stranger said
In the city of Yib'Ishnagarib
Leave the dead be, save the living
This hand shall never touch the other side
As it drifts through the sands of time
Onward, past the regions dark and cold
Beyond the wastelands of old
For the love of his wife and of his son
He'll demand from the healer
Their resurrection
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The Initiate
05:26
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Candles burning low as the initiate stands alone
Calling out names of old, to ancient gods he doesnt know
before the threshold to another world of the unknown
Great blasphemer believes he holds the key
He cannot see the truth
Too blinded by youth
He opens the blackened book
Removes the nail and hook
Spills his blood upon the floor
to constitute the ritual
In the dark he stands alone
And to the beast he speaks...
Come to me... Idimmu
Come to me, I know that you are there
Dancing round, the circle on the ground drawn in blood
Dark souls whisper in his ear
Come with us, there is no fear
And as he signs the book in blood he dies
The light leaves his body, a blackened shell remains
He falls to his knees, he feels the dark energy
Pulsating in his veins, the blood of the wicked remains
"I am reborn... I am the blood"
The blind one, he cannot see
He doesnt know what he has done
He has lost it all
His good is gone
In the darkness he found life
And it cost him the light
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7. |
From Perfect Angles
03:49
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Here they come, the hellish beasts from "outside"
Screaming for your soul, the Hounds of Tindalos
From perfect angles they arise
to devour all of our lives
Tearing between, the vail of light and of the unseen
Twisted howling, the last thing you'll hear at thier coming
Never follow the straight and narrow
Stay within the curves, and in the lines that bend beyond the Earth
From perfect angles they arise
From the spaces unknown to time
From the cosmic gulfs of night
Here they come, the hellish beasts from "outside"
Screaming for your soul, the Hounds of Tindalos
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8. |
Chocolate Shoggoth Shake
06:06
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July 1955,
It's so hot, unbearable record highs
Only one place to go
Time for a frosty treat from Eskimo Joe's
People come from all around for the best in town
You cant resist it, Tastes so fine, Flavors so divine
But the special of the house, The Chocolate Shake
Oh, it's to die for
When you come to the store, Joe greets you at the door
With a toothy grin and eyes that speak of sin
Cause in the blender...
The dark syrup is the key, the thing that makes them come to him
The masses know it's what they crave
The shake he offers everyday
Chocolate Shoggoth Shake
Back at home and in the cellar something hidden deep within
there he has the ancient dweller, harnassed now a slave for him
And he chops it into bits and feeds it to his patrons
pieces of the shoggoth in the pit
Little do the people know, what they eat consumes their soul
Ingesting this concoction, gestating evil's got them
Months pass, winter decends, soon to come to fruition
Deep down underground in vaulted tombs of night
The servant calls in his blasphemous rite
"Ia! Awaken now! My children return to your home!
Vacate your human vessels and emerge into this world!"
A sudden pain grips all the town
Screaming they all fall to the ground
Black ooze choking, their throats are bloating
their bodies, the young are eating
Crawling, vomiting, through every opening
the things are coming
Lifeless shell left behind, as they swarm across the countryside
Slithering through the night, black shapes of ancient might
twisting in strange contortions, countless eyes and sensing organs
Searching for a way back home, for the door to the vault below
To heed their masters call
"Teka-li-li!", they go!
Back at home and in the darkness somewhere hidden deep within
there are pits of ancient dwellers, harnessed they are slaves of Him.
And Joe, will sleep for countless years
Until the time is right again for the breeding of the shoggoths to begin.
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9. |
Calling me from Below
04:15
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As I descend into the dark
I can hear the evil Wyrm calling me from below
Deep in the pit, writhing serpent
of the ancient race, the Maskim with no face
I see the lier in wait, ready to seal my fate
But I move on, further down another hall
Lead by the sound of singing in this underground temple
Inverted Babel, Kingdom of the Damned
Gate to the forbidden lands
But I'm falling into the chamber of Silence...
As the cold floor meets my back
The sirens of Eternal Black begin to surround me
Singing so loudley
As I begin to cover my bleeding ears
The songs of forgotten years
are now bringing me to tears
Unlocking my fears
I must get up to escape
I must get up... I MUST GET UP
I must get up despite the pain to run... Again!
Will I ever see the light of day again
Roaming through the catacombs
I think I'm nearing the end...
But NO!
More moving shadows reaching for my soul
They will never let me go
But I am still standing here... all alone
Voices from behind say..."time to go"
So I run again!
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Into the Dank Abyss
04:58
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A young man makes a journey
Into the depths of unkown realms
Down ageless stairs he'll go
Into the bowels of the ground
There he'll pass the gate
Where ten thousand more steps await
The steps shall lead the way
The path he takes goes...
Into the Danks Abyss
Drowning in the darkness
In the gloom from beyond time
Something is breeding in this blasphemous shrine
Somewhere in the shadows hidden
Unholy abominations
But further doors await, make haste... deeper...
Into the Danks Abyss
Confused carvings, Angles wrong
Glowing icor on the walls
Nothing makes sense, still descending
Never ending, Twisted halls
Time will cease to be, all things will change, No more reality
The abyss will open wide and vomit forth the unseen
Never to return, No escape
From the pit, this is it...
Into the Dank Abyss
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11. |
Windwalker
04:48
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Windwalker...Windwalker
Upon the icy winds of Hyperborea
Amid endless gulfs of stygian seas...
The Ancient God he walks there...
Upon the voids ether breath
Ia! Ia! Ithaqua!
Atop his icy temple, gazing into the stars
Waiting for the time that mankind is abandoned by God
Eternally bound but yet he's free
to roam the icy plains at will: trapped within the cold
Oh...Wendigo
Dont look to the sky
Cast your gaze away from his
star-like carmine eyes, a glance will seal your fate
Oh...the ancients will unite
And the stars will align
And from...from sunken Rlyeh
Cthulhu will rise!
Windwalker...Windwalker...Windwalker
Ia! Ia! Ithaqua!!
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12. |
Silent Hill
04:16
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The Ziggurat Radford, Virginia
Formed in the late 90s The Ziggurat has strived to delve into the darkest corners of man's fear and bring the horrors found there to life through the power of heavy metal. For 25 years The Ziggurat has left its mark across the east coast of the US and developed a cult following worldwide, as well as forging their name in the history of the Cthulhu Mythos with their iconic lovecraftian music. ... more
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