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Dagon
10:30
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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!
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Astrophobos
07:11
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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
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The Colour Out of Space
12:19
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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...
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Despair
03:59
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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
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Polaris
11:11
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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!
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6. |
Dagon Coda
01:20
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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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