Bal-sagoth Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur Lyrics

Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur Lyrics

[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]

It was like some dark, dark dream. We had not
heeded

the warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price...
here, within

the catacombs of Ur.

Lost within the lightless
catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!

[The Keeper of the
Ancient Lore of Ur:]

Trapped forever in the catacombs of Ur...

your
screams are heard in Babylon!

[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]

Warnings
etched into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...

Entombed within the
ziggurats!

[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]

Behold the great
Cthonic deities of Ur...

Your screams are heard in Babylon!

[Doctor
Ignatius Stone:]

Here, beneath the eternally shifting sands, I sought

enlightenment... but found only damnation!

[The Chief Cultist of
Ur:]

You have defiled the sanctity of this sacred place!

[The
Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]

Ancient before the Fifth Cataclysm,
here

between the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of
the

seventh city is broken, then shall the dreamer in the catacombs of Ur
awaken!

Forsaken (when His darksome splendorous glory eclipses it) burns
the sun,

Enthrone (the eternally) benighted one, Usurper of the
skies.

Named in (that black, shunned tome of ) forbidden lore,

Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the myriad stars beyond) once
more,

The Dreamer shall arise!

Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the
horrors of the Abyss engulf the earth, for

the Dreamer in the catacombs
is risen!

How many of my colleague's rants were merely the result of his
psychosis and

how many were actually born of fact, I cannot discern...
nor in truth do I

wish to.

[20 October, 1893]

I have long
felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite

astoundingly
depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly free

of the ice
which has bound it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of

far wider
and more resonant implications to humanity than the proud echelons

of the
scientific community will ever dare admit. I believe that beneath the

ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of
time-lost

civilisations which were ancient even before fabled Atlantis
sank beneath

the waves. Indeed, further translation of the sigils
engraved into the

antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory
with an unmistakable

aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary
records evidenced in this

incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross
referencing the resultant lore

with information gleaned from other
sources on the same theoretical subject,

I have been able to extrapolate
a meaning from the arcane carvings which

transcends all but my most
fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structures

once towered skyward
where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes

endure? What splendid
peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and most

resistant forms
of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is truly

an
elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are forever

In
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