Septic Flesh - Lovecraft's Death текст песни

The cold comes,
The rats in the walls break,
The deadly sound of silence
As time decays,
You try to name the unnamable,
A whispererer in darkness

Our hound smells you,
The haunter of the dark
Will come to take you to our realm,
Your life, your books
March in front your closing eyes
Beyond the walls of sleep

Lovecraft in the realm of the dead

Obsessed with Necronomicon
The Arab's wicked dream,
You found a path to Azathoth
And walked the Dagon's realm

Your friends were haunted too,
Do you remember Charles?
Or haven't you heard
The music of Erich Zann?
The call of Cthulhu we disguised
With notes and raving rhythms
To spread the seed of lurking fear
Into the heart of man

Lovecraft in the realm of the dead

Your time is out, you saw too much,
You used the silver key,
You know too well that minds like yours
Can never rest in peace,
You stared at the abyss,
You'll never rest in peace,
You'll never rest in peace