Bal-sagoth The Ghost Of Angkor Wat Lyrics

The Ghost Of Angkor Wat Lyrics

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[17 October: 1893]

Such grim musings as have
been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem

to suggest a possible
link to the fate of my learned friend and colleague

Doctor Ignatius
Stone. That brilliant researcher was last seen in command

of all his
faculties whilst on an expedition to the ruins of the Sumerian

city of
Ur, an undertaking which preceded my own work there by some eighteen

months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist who also dabbled, perhaps
unwisely,

in certain areas of the occult, particularly involving the
various

grotesqueries once worshipped as Cthonic deities by the ancient
denizens of Ur.

Mere days before he ventured into the ziggurats of that
foreboding,

mystery-haunted site, he had dispatched a letter to me
claiming that he was

on the verge of a truly staggering arcane discovery
at Ur which would

simultaneously prove the cyclical nature of human
civilisation as well as

immediately render redundant all previous
theories on the origin of man.

Whatever misfortune befell him within
those aeons-old tombs robbed him

irrevocably of his sanity, for when his
attendants finally managed to prise

open the stone door of the vast
central catacomb, which had, I'm told,

inexplicably shut fast behind his
three-man torch-bearing party, they found

two of the regularly stalwart
men had seemingly expired of pure fright,

while Stone was slumped against
the north wall, staring vacantly into the

gloom, gibbering about
visitations by beings so terrible that the very

contemplation of their
existence would sunder a man's tenuous hold on the

reins of sanity.

When I later visited him at the sanatorium in England, I found him to be
a

tragic shell of the man I once knew, a man beset by imagined terrors
and

ever wary of the immemo