The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur Lyrics
the warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here, withinthe 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 soughtenlightenment... 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, herebetween the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of theseventh 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, forthe Dreamer in the catacombs is risen!How many of my colleague's rants were merely the result of his psychosis andhow many were actually born of fact, I cannot discern... nor in truth do Iwish to.20 October, 1893I have long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quiteastoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly freeof the ice which has bound it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be offar wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the proud echelonsof the scientific community will ever dare admit. I believe that beneath theice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lostcivilisations which were ancient even before fabled Atlantis sank beneaththe waves. Indeed, further translation of the sigils engraved into theantediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory with an unmistakableaura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records evidenced in thisincredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross referencing the resultant lorewith information gleaned from other sources on the same theoretical subject,I have been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings whichtranscends all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structuresonce towered skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastesendure? What splendid peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and mostresistant forms of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is trulyan elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are foreverIn Search Of The Lost Cities Of Antarctica:
Bal Sagoth The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur
