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Back from the Plateau Of Leng
To extinguish once again the laughter of the sane
Breeding, morbid monsters procreate
No overtures of faith will forestall what awaits
They've heard your remarks mocking those who fear the dark
But though you fein disdain, your tone betrays a question mark
Strange & frightful forms seek to be known
Dark things beyond the ken of men
Trust me, we're not alone!
As I write these words I feel their presence more & more, I sense their shadows gather at my door
Death means naught to those who sought & paid the price to learn
And gained unholy knowledge in return
Lead: The
Unreliable
Narrator by Bruss
Haunted, I pray to see the dawn
Encroaching madness seems foregone
This tale I tried to tell will now be my farewell
I leave you nothing but this song
Two coins to pay Charon...
- Album:
- The Barrens