West of Arkham The hills rise wild Amidst old ruins The shadows always lurk
The glint of the sunlight The wide chimneys crumbling The desolation sprawled grey, a fine grey dust There's silence in the dim alleys between And the floor is soft with moss and decay
Relief, from that great wound that grips my mind They unwrap, under grim woods, black roots - shallow mud tombs Relief, from that black maw, that yawns inside The doom in coloured shadows
His husky voice sank low His body leaned forward and cracked Engulf in water now A deluge of sorrows A bitter mеssage from the stars From beyond timе to dust
The dark westward tangle Where the woods turn grey A yawning black maw And the acrid strain of death Relief was all that he shewed Relief from the dark of the yawning black maw Better under water now Better under water since the strange days
Chthon - Duskward Spire The crimson hunger of the sun Disturbs the holy Void The stars are wounds and matter Stains emptiness Eternal dusk, the bones are cast Altered beings erect the basalt
Chthon - The Blasted Heath West of Arkham The hills rise wild Amidst old ruins The shadows always lurk The glint of the sunlight The wide chimneys crumbling The desolation sprawled grey, a