The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur Lyrics

The 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

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