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At The Mountains Of Madness
... the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole...
itís been not so long I accidently sold
my former frame of reference to the cold
thinking back, remembering, my tale seems so unreal
Iím closed up but the time has come to reveal
anxious, also ignorant, my investigative mind
had led me there and led me to be so blind
haunted are the mountains, I plead for your restraint
or hope for menís survival will be faint
all my days are nightmares and memories haunt my brain
my former mind of knowledge has gone insane
youíll never hear this twice ëcause once I had seen
the sheen that filled the sky soon Iíd die the mounts drew the bounds
and I climbed one step too high soon Iíd die
the cold that had enwrapped my heart is bound to freeze my eyes
the truth that seemed on our side had covered all with lies
take off my hands, take off my feet take off my ears,
rip out my tongue but donít hurt my mind, donít hurt my sense
donít hurt my intellectual powers
what is frozen you donít feel, what hurts is what you lose
but at this moment I gave up, the ice had blown my fuse
made out of cold, made out of fear God's will attracts,
God;s will is here
all had begun, when led by fear, right at the end of the world
high in the sky, here at the end of the world
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