Ice in sight fear his soul The ship awaits the land The camp of death, placed in pain Ruins of city are near at hand Mountains of madness Ancient visions, inside his head The blood has marked their way Enormous rocks derange their eyes The others men are slaved Mountains of madness The Creature appears from darkness... Breaking the ancient gates... Their minds are twisted with fear... ... Comes? ... Death? They will die! The flight toward the dead begins A vast tableland appears The Ancient begins charm my soul Enter new world of fear Hide... or die in the abyss way Theyre bounded in a cage of stone Seeking safety in flight The visions from Necronomicon Ways of salvation are open wide Hide... hide... hide...
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