The Wail Of The Tartarean Wells Lyrics
in a voice whose falsetto panic no acquaintanceof his would ever have recognized: and thoughhe could not rise to his feet he crawled and rolleddesperately away from the damp pavement wheredozens of Tartarean wells poured forth theirexhausted whining and yelping to answerhis own insane cries"Subterranean vaults beholdman mad enough to be hereThrough the Stygian holeto this malodorous gulfDown, down ran the stairsin three abrupt turnsDown, down, down belowBut this fool man just went onThe chorused anguishof doom-dragged moaningLike a stricken flesh sans minsAnd the voices continuedbut so did he...Through the cyclopean vaultingand black noisome corridorsRevelations foundLike silent eerie sentinelsHaunted dreams that carry onLike vacant planets on their wayHaunted cavers heThey wail their twised cryThe wail of the Tartarean wellsLike a smister planets on their waySickeningThe formulaes of Curwen werefound amid these haunted memoriesWhere the science went to madnessand madness to scienceTheme from H.P. Lovecraft's"the Case of Charles Dexter Ward"
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