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