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The Daemons Mock Me While I Sleep

by Mutiny in Jonestown

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1.
Dagon 10:30
Hopeless, drugless, penniless tonight my life will be no more I'll throw myself to Nothing, willing, forgetting events of when I served upon a South Pacific Warship, flagship, my ship was captured by a German Man-O-War I was sent Drifting, listing, foundering completely unaware of my position on the ocean For days I drifted aimlessly till waking on an island Though not dry land but hellish blackened mire in all directions Putrid dead decaying mud amid the deafening silence How this sea floor landscape of decay had breached the surface I could but surmise volcanic action had achieved this Many hours I walked through mud observed by rotting corpses Undiscovered ocean creatures never seen before by man or fashioned by a Godly hand Moon ascended from a cloudless sky in bright reflection Off something in the distance clearly carved, a monolith Headed West until I finally neared the dripping statue Fashioned as a fish-like human many centuries past Heiroglyphs and carvings told a tale of recent worship Creatures large as whales offering human skulls in tribute Hunting, gathering sea-men lost in wrecks were prized possessions offered to this God of Dagon As I watched still dazed and frightened - bas reliefs did tell a story What had once been men as I am slowly changed Into beings, faces twisted to a grotesque visage Seemed they spent life underwater - men no more Suddenly I heard a churning in the water near me Polyphemus, vast and loathsome broke into view Bowing to the monolithic statue worshipped it as God Then it turned and saw me watching - madness came to me, I ran Next thing I awoke alone in San Francisco Hospital Rescued by a passing ship, raving like a lunatic, a Philistine heretic Now the moon shines fat and all reminds me of the thing I saw Morphine gave me transient peace addicted to it's dark release I dread the day the oceans rise when nameless daemons will arrive Enact their plan of genocide, I'll beat them first with suicide!
2.
Astrophobos 07:11
In the midnight heavens burning Thro’ ethereal deeps afar, Once I watch’d with restless yearning An alluring, aureate star; Ev’ry eye aloft returning, Gleaming nigh the Arctic car. Mystic waves of beauty blended With the gorgeous golden rays; Phantasies of bliss descended In a myrrh’d Elysian haze; And in lyre-born chords extended Harmonies of Lydian lays. There (thought I) lies scenes of pleasure, Where the free and blessed dwell, And each moment bears a treasure Freighted with a lotus-spell, And there floats a liquid measure From the lute of Israfel. There (I told myself) were shining Worlds of happiness unknown, Peace and Innocence entwining By the Crowned Virtue’s throne; Men of light, their thoughts refining Purer, fairer, than our own. Thus I mus’d, when o’er the vision Crept a red delirious change; Hope dissolving to derision, Beauty to distortion strange; Hymnic chords in weird collision, Spectral sights in endless range. Crimson burn’d the star of sadness As behind the beams I peer’d; All was woe that seem’d but gladness Ere my gaze with truth was sear’d; Cacodaemons, mir’d with madness, Thro’ the fever’d flick’ring leer’d. Now I know the fiendish fable That the golden glitter bore; Now I shun the spangled sable That I watch’d and lov’d before; But the horror, set and stable, Haunts my soul for evermore. words: HP Lovecraft - 1917
3.
West of Arkham the hills rise wild Deep wood valleys with rivers wide One does live there though many tried Ammi Pierce and his mad brained bride Restless oppression, "The Blasted Heath" Ancient farmlands grown thick with trees Ruination of buildings here Warn the living away with fear Gardners' lands were the target mark Metorite came from aeons dark Ancient fire burned days and nights Never cooling, remaining bright Stone was shrinking but luminous Slowly fading to green grey dust Miskatonic professors came Collecting samples that vanished all the same... [Gardners' Story] Spring! I forgot the rock and took to planting dawn to dusk The soil uncanny strange and lightly covered with grey dust I kept to working hard though horses seemed to cut and run The seeds were sown in rows with care just as I'd always done As summer turned to fall I gazed amazed upon my crops Their size fantastic but inside they'd all were filled with rot My livestock took to turning grey and water from my well Began to phospherize contaminated and unwell My wife! Eventually came unhinged and screamed throughout the days I locked her in the attic shielded from the townfolk's gaze My son had drunk the water from the glowing tainted well Which earned him his own place beside his mother's pad locked cell My only friend and confidant was Pierce and he I told The whole demented story of the creeping deadly mold When I upon my deathbed asked his help to save my farm He only nodded knowingly aware of what's to come Pierce gathered 6 men traveled to the farm The horror they discovered prepared to do them harm While burning down the buildings they were shocked when the well Emitted the same colour as the meteorite that fell They ran in horror seeking to escape with mind intact But saw the light rise skyward from whence it did attract When some returned into the well the men all sickly knew The alien now possessed their land and nothing they could ever hope to do...
4.
Despair 03:59
O’er the midnight moorlands crying, Thro’ the cypress forests sighing, In the night-wind madly flying, Hellish forms with streaming hair; In the barren branches creaking, By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking, Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking; Damn’d daemons of despair. Once, I think I half remember, Ere the grey skies of November Quench’d my youth’s aspiring ember, Liv’d there such a thing as bliss; Skies that now are dark were beaming, Gold and azure, splendid seeming Till I learn’d it all was dreaming— Deadly drowsiness of Dis. But the stream of Time, swift flowing, Brings the torment of half-knowing— Dimly rushing, blindly going Past the never-trodden lea; And the voyager, repining, Sees the wicked death-fires shining, Hears the wicked petrel’s whining As he helpless drifts to sea. Evil wings in ether beating; Vultures at the spirit eating; Things unseen forever fleeting Black against the leering sky. Ghastly shades of bygone gladness, Clawing fiends of future sadness, Mingle in a cloud of madness Ever on the soul to lie. Thus the living, lone and sobbing, In the throes of anguish throbbing, With the loathsome Furies robbing Night and noon of peace and rest. But beyond the groans and grating Of abhorrent Life, is waiting Sweet Oblivion, culminating All the years of fruitless quest. words : HP Lovecraft - 1919
5.
Polaris 11:11
Through many sleepless nights I tossed beneath it's winking eye A message too dark to deliver from my Northern sky Yet I perceived a greater purpose than my waking hours If I could just decode the pole star and it's shrieking power And then the night arrived a fitful sleep betrayed my mind I felt awoken in a marble tower, Byzantine As I surveyed the moving city beings not met before Seemed focused on a deadly task preparing for a war Descending from that tower I sought to join the figurines But as I moved among them as a shadow, lost, unseen "My place is here", I called, "let me help you save your land!" Just then I woke and though confused began to understand I offered worship to Polaris - let me aid my friends The marble city needs my eyes and ears to help defend When finally sleep did take me I was then transported there But once again I walked a shadow, unknown everywhere Many nights I'd repeat the dream 'till I questioned my sanity and Sought to be as one with those who lived and died in Olathoe Suddenly - unexpectedly I became of the marble city Drafted to it's honor guard Sent to watch the boulevard for the enemy approach Proud stood I with my vision sharp Then it caught my eye in the dark and Hideously winked like an eye Tempting me with lullaby Eyes grew heavy - Polaris called Driving me to a failing AWOL As I dropped my lonely post Doomed my city hearing mockingly... "Slumber, watcher, till the spheres, Six and twenty thousand years Have revolv'd, and I return To the spot where now I burn. Other stars anon shall rise To the axis of the skies; Stars that soothe and stars that bless With a sweet forgetfulness; Only when my round is o'er Shall the past disturb thy door." Vainly struggled, my drowsiness Sealed my fate, I acquiesce End the dream Absolve my deed In my bed, inside my head and in my heart, the dream is dead The daemons mock me while I sleep Describe the fall of Olathoe They say my failure made it so All was lost to holocaust!
6.
Dagon Coda 01:20

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The latest of several HP Lovecraft themed albums, this one was released July 28th, 2017, 30 years to the day from when the band was formed back in 1987.

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released July 28, 2017

Dennis Montgomery - Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals, Bass, Drums

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Mutiny in Jonestown Washington

Influenced by classic 70's progressive rock bands like King Crimson, Van Der Graaf Generator & Genesis - along with late 60's psychedelia from The Beatles, Procol Harum & Pink Floyd (with a little 70's Black Sabbath thrown in for good measure), Mutiny in Jonestown has always sought to take these influences and synthesize them into something new.

The band has released 42 albums since 1987.
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