Fungoid Stream piosenki

Deep in my dream the great bird whispered queerly Of the black cone amid the polar waste Pushing above the ice-sheet lone and drearly By storm-crazed aeons battered and defaced If men should glimpse it, they would merely wonder What tricky mound of Natur...

Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep Heedless of all the cries I try to make And down the nether pits to that foul lake where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep. But ho! If only they would make some sound Or wear a face where faces should b...

It is a certain hour of twilight glooms, Mostly in autumn, when the star-wind pours Down hilltop streets, deserted out-of-doors, But showing early lamplight from snug rooms. The dead leaves rush in strange, fantastic twists, And chimney-smoke whirls roun...