| Steve Lines | Escritor |
| Childe Ronald | Compositor |
Letra por Steve Lines. Voz y música por Childe Roland.
I know not who might find this note, as I write here in my room, gripped in a fevered madness and waiting for my doom. If only I had turned aside and not been compelled to look inside that cursed library where I saw the book.
Its touch was warm and leprous but it drew me like a flame, an unholy attraction which I could not explain. Heavy, old and leather bound, cracked and worn with age. I breathed the stench of dark decay as I turned another page.
Vast gulfs there are that yawn beyond the Gates of which we dream, the Old Ones wait and watch the stars in spaces in-between. And Cthulhu dreams in R'lyeh, imprisoned in the deeps, but in death He does not die Cthulhu only sleeps.
There are things that mortal man was not meant to know. The ravings of an Arab poet have blasted my soul. There's a seething, writhing madness clawing at my brain. I'll put down my pen, pick up the gun and forever still the pain.
STRANGE AEONS - Childe Roland - Necronomicon - YouTube (PsychotronicSteve)
| ▲Volumen▼ | ▲Editorial▼ | ▲Año▼ |
|---|---|---|
Strange Aeons | Rainfall Records | 2001 |
