Dunsmuir piosenki

Running through the lava fields at night Chasing after laughter of mad acolytes The Jesuit is not who he claims to be A dark imposter of nefarious machinery Echoes of ancient incantation Metered in the rhythm of a forbidden language They must be stopped...

The iguana's defected To the other side It was rather expected And no big surprise But I'm saddened to learn The words of the tortoise She has no real intention To further support us Amassing armor on the beachhead I'm telling you Those crabs intend...

Ghatanothoa the petrifier Azathoth the blind idiot Yog-Sothoth opener of the way Nyarlathotep crawling chaos Tentacles moaning overhead Mr. Hutton's stolen fire from the Gods The Old Ones have awoken Thoroughly unhinged and unhappy with us all Krakat...

If it's power you desire There are several things required The least of which a gallon of your blood And even then should they permit You to glimpse the least of it You'll never know the peace of having enough All the wonders of the universe Would you...

The sirens are gathered on the cliffs Their numbers growing hourly The navigator's set fire to the maps And soon to follow any sanity And the chaplain is content to dance The sea begins to boil Charybdis awakes Tie myself to the mast When you're hung...

We follow every etiquette of our royal appointment Procedure, protocol, profit, employment Civilize the savages and bring them reason Hack our way right through the heart of any Eden Do you dare call me a liar? Do you think this is a drunkard's jest? Yo...

Landfall at sunrise without incident All instruments functioning fine However a few of the crew are uneasy The way of the laborer's mind Some cower fearing the unknown Give tributes ad astra But we are bound to experience Fact is purpose and science is...

I graduated honored letters The very doctorate of pride Then I attacked the world unfettered With a steamer full of books and a box full of knives As above so below you boast of what you know But everywhere are wonders and signs The bats are hungry toni...

First they call us simple addicts And then their laughter turned to ridicule But now we speak the sacred language And we shall see who is the greater fools Gather under the watchful glare of Horus' eye Pick up the scattered pieces and swing the gate wide...

What manner of land Are we set upon? Do we stand upon? Everywhere lay riches and the air is filled with song Leisure in the garden before exile And if it's all a dream then let us sleep a while Would you rather return To labor in vain? Black factories...