"I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone, makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death."

Dagon, The Beast of the Sea Testament of a tortured morphine addict This world of war and violence drives him mad Suicide is what he wants, nothing less Unlikely circumstance interrupts his plans The ship he was on is taken hold by german sea raiders He escapes with no food or water .Wakes up in a dead, black mire He walks until exhausted, and discovers and endless pit Full of monoliths portraying aquatic demons And from the sea, the beast! (Chorus) Dagon! The beast of the sea! Arise! Dagon! The beast of the sea! Inspecting the monoliths was nerve wrenching Men with fish like faces seemed to crowd him in Wet hand on his back, struck by fear he flees Climbing and climbing back to the surface, he sees A polythemus like being rising from the dark water It strikes him with fear, instanity! It is down below but he is up in the mire of shit He runs away and can only recall a great storm That day! (Chorus) Dagon! The beast of the sea! Arise! Dagon! The beast of the sea! Sleep! …. He woke up in the hospital Nothing left of his memories He was told he was found half mad Rescued by a U.S. ship mid ocean He has thoughts in the back of his mind Of the Dagonian beasts and creatures. Insane! Nooo! All night long dreams of the creature Tossing and turning hes thought to be mad But he knows what he saw All his drugs worn off (No sedation) He was going to kill himself Until he heard a noise at the door A large wet body lumbering against it Oh my god, that hand I see The window! The window! (Chorus) Dagon! The beast of the sea! Arise! Dagon! The beast of the sea!

The Hound of Tindalos “St John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, and such is my knowledge that I am about to blow out my brains for fear I shall be mangled in the same way. Down unlit and illimitable corridors of eldrich phantasy sweeps the black, shapeless Nemesis that drives me to self-annihilation.” HOUND! Grave diggers by night, we rob the dead and steal their treasures We are dark souls doing the deeds, of Devils Stumbling across the grave of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred Cursed is this grave, a single piece of loot being an oriental amulet We Pull up the coffin Inside the Arab's bones well preserved No amulet on his neck, now in our grasp we hear... (Chorus) The Baying! Of the Hound! Blasphemous howls on the wind, striking fear into hearts of men! The Baying! Of the Hound! The bones in the casket were viciously maimed as if some sort of creature scathed! The voyage home became an escape from the horrible sounds emanating from the grave At last, thought to be safe but ever so faintly ... (Chorus) The Baying! Of the Hound! Blasphemous howls on the wind, Tearing evil men, limb from limb! The Baying! Of the Hound! Ominous sounds driving the robbers mad stories and legends altering their bartering plans! Gone insane by the sounds Saint John went to sell the jade amulet Before he could he was extremely maimed by a canine beast of elder kind! I came upon his body horrified for the amulet was stolen then I hear of two merchants with the same fate, AS SAINT JOHN! I traveled back to that pale dutch graveyard and unearthed the same horrid grave To my horror I found the Arab's corpse caked in blood and alien flesh I never set foot in that churchyard again for weeks and weeks the baying increased "I shall seek, with my revolver OBLIVION! Which is my refuge, from the unnameable.”

Nyarlathotep “Nyarlathotep, The Crawling Chaos, I am the Last, and I will tell the audient void!” Rising from the blackness great knowledge in the eyes of men Swarthy Slender and Sinister terrifying men with speech of the cosmos This sly Pharaoh, famed by men, where he went all hell descends! (Chorus) Nyarlathotep! Crawling Chaos! Nyarlathotep! I am the Last! I recall when he came to my city of crime Gathering followers of hypnotized kind Mesmerized by technology, but what it is they fail to see Is death, and phantom shades of horror in his eyes I defied his dark teachings! Knocked to the ground, which discharged my spectacles As I looked, I smelled a stench and before me a grotesque fiend of blackness A Grotesque Fiend of Blackness! After the horror I just saw and all the unworldly knowledge dispersed into my mind I ran back to the city on this autumn night and reunited with my mutual spectators I swear we felt something from the greenish moon because our chemistry seemed to alter into zombification We started to depend on the green light, and started to travel in marching formations All seemed to know our destination some went down alleys and screamed and some went MAD! HAHAAAH (Chorus) Nyarlathotep! The Crawling Chaos Nyarlathotep I am the last! And I will tell the audient void!

Mountains of Madness “I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the Antarctic - And I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain.” I led a previous expedition To the high mountain ranges of Antarctica Whilst there my crew split up in two And explored only to find fourteen ancient life forms After several days we lost contact with Lake’s crew I gathered my men and left to find Lake’s desolated campsite Men and dogs slaughtered, red snow all around The killer unknown, but looming over us were (Chorus) The Mountains! Of Madness! Inhabited by The Creatures! Of Silence! Madness, ness, ness……. We counted the dead and found we were 2 short, A man named Gedney and his dog were nowhere to be found Maybe they escaped! Maybe they’re still alive! My apprentice Danforth started the plane and we took to the sky! Over the mountain peaks; so sharp we searched Only to see a Cyclopean city of cubes and cones We landed, and descended in the subterranean dark The Murals told of elder things that come to the earth And enslaved the Shoggoths to construct the structures But this unstable civilization could not last long While the Shoggoth rise up to occupy (Chorus) The Mountains! Of Madness! We are not alone in this Cavern! Of Darkness! Found is a horrid scene of the missing bodies Dissected . . . We make our way further In to the deep, dark “As we made our way into the dark by torchlight, we caught a horrid stench. Only to find a 6 foot tall Spheniscidae live stock. This told us something was very hungry, and then we saw it …” Right before our eyes, a bubbled beast If shapeless black! We recognized the abhorrent mass A Shoggoth from the stories past A myriad of eyes, protoplasmic kind A pulsing, luminous nightmare As the horror made its advance It spat up two Eldritch chants “TEKELI-LI! TEKELI-LI!” Terrified, we fled back whence we came Through Cyclopean halls engraved Like a blur we floated in a Nebulous world without time, causation Or orientation! (Chorus) “We escaped, THE MOUNTAINS! OF MADNESS! We boarded the plane and vowed never to return to THE ANTARCTIC, OF HORRORS! Danforth took one last look At the alien peaks and in that Moment went MAD!!!!

The Beast in the Cave “The horrible conclusion which had been gradually intruding itself upon my confused and reluctant mind was now an awful certainty. I was lost, completely, hopelessly lost in the vast and labyrinthine recess of the Mammoth Cave.” Lost! Lost Completely fucking lost! My bearings have escaped my mind And my torch is slowly fading. Separated from my guide Nothing left inside my mind But dread of facing mammoth cave alone! (Chorus) Farther in! I cant just wait here I must get out! My visions starting to return! I could not help to think My fate would be starving I let out a desperate scream With hope my guide would hear my cries! (Chorus) Fearing Now! That I wont escape! As I hear unmanlike footsteps My cries have attracted some ravenous beast! I became fucking silenced, by fear But I thought, this may be better than starvation No! I must arm myself, but all I could find Was stones from the labyrinths, limestone floor! The hideous pattering of the paws drew near It sounded like a quadruped, advancing in the dark The tension in my brain was strong, completely frozen in place The fear spell broke as I hurled the limestone toward the beast! In the cave…. I nearly hit my mark! I heard the beast dodge the stone and stop dead in the silence! I saw this as my only chance so I whipped the second limestone shard! Wounded! Gasping! Silenced! “After rendering the creature unconscious or dead, I ran, oh I ran and eventually found the light of my guide! I cried at their feet, pouring out my terrible story. I convinced the group to follow to the place of confrontation. On the floor was a white anthropoid, ape of large proportions. Just as the guide shined his light and raised his pistol, all at once a fleeting spasm of energy past through the frame of the beast! With a jerk it turned toward us and I was horrified by the deep, jetty black eye sockets and pale white hair and flesh. It spat out unrecognizable, grotesque speech and relaxed in death! … The fear left, and the wonder, awe, compassion and reverence succeeded in its place, for the sounds uttered by the stricken figure that lay stretched out on the limestone had told us the awesome truth. The creature I had killed, the strange beast of the unfathomed cave, was, or had at one time been a man!”