Lovecraft'S Death-Septicflesh

Lovecraft'S Death - Septicflesh The cold comes The rats in the walls break The deadly sound of silence As time decays You try to name the unnamable A whispererer in darkness Our hound smells you The haunter of the dark Will come to take you to our realm Your life, your books March in front your closing eyes Beyond the walls of sleep Lovecraft in the realm of the dead Obsessed with Necronomicon The Arab's wicked dream You found a path to Azathoth And walked the Dagon's realm Your friends were haunted too Do you remember Charles? Or haven't you heard The music of Erich Zann The call of Cthulhu we disguised With notes and raving rhythms To spread the seed of lurking fear Into the heart of man Lovecraft in the realm of the dead Your time is out you saw too much You used the silver key You know too well that minds like yours Can never rest in peace You stared at the abyss You'll never rest in peace You'll never rest in peace