Album: Cynoptic Eschaton (2010)SnowThe date: September 2nd 1930
We sailed from Boston harbor, leaving eagerly
A quest of knowledge do we crave
Mustered for the occasion were men of righteous stance
Nineteen men of skill and I, with inquiring minds
Towards the south pole do we sail
Set foot two months later on the continent
The explorations have begun, the mountains soon in sight
Unknown, the terror that awaits
Walked upon these peaks for miles
The wind, it blows relentlessly
The loss of men and what we find
As madness sets its sight on me
At the mountains
Fangs of ice and fear
Hide in silence
Caves that echo evilly
Lost in ice and cold
Our Hell's made of snow
Upon returning to the camp, a grim discovery
We found our base and equipment were destroyed utterly
Our comrades' bodies torn to shreds
It seems we'd found a species yet to be known to man
Leathery skin, with tentacles and horrid, star-shaped heads
In fear and wonder, we dissect
As we explored their dwelling, a city?tomb of ice
Carvings in the walls told of its aeonian history
Realize an Old One still dwells here
All this is too much for normal men to bear
Danford's mind has failed
Escape, our only thought, whilst running through the haze
Fleeing things unnamed
Escape, our only thought, whilst running through the haze
Fleeing things unnamed
Unnamed!
Ran among this maze for miles
The stench, it grows infernally
The loss of faith from what we found
As madness firms its grasp on me
At the mountains
Fangs of ice and fear
Awakened Elder
Yog-Sothoth pursuing me
Fled from ice and cold
Our Hell's made of snow
