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Snow

Album: Cynoptic Eschaton
By:
Hollow

Duration

7:08

Genres

Heavy Rock

Lyrics

SNOW The 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 evily 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 infernaly 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

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