Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa. —"Cassilda's Song" in The King in Yellow Act 1, Scene 2 Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow

Steps and breath Dirt and gravel crunch beneath Steps and breath My neck it screams Ice in my body flows through my veins Windchill on eyeballs, dry air and blood Sharp corners of stone in warped angles Flashes of vision, not all are mine At the back of my neck Steps and breath Not mine, not mine No boundaries can stop it Crushing weight behind me Senseless, panicked, kicking up sand and stone Aching muscles do not slow me down I feel it closing in, closer closer Legs pumping, barely touching ground (behind behind behind behind behind behind) Irregular floorings, hollow bones and rock (behind behind behind behind behind behind) Echoes against the too close walls Behind me, behind me Its claws closing in Behind me, behind me Closing in on my neck, my skull, my self Where, where, nothing leads outside just walls And ever more walls, more walls than air Randomly intersecting and passing, passages ahead More noises, more steps behind me, behind me Monstrosities behind me, echoing my steps No way out, no, no "Later, awaking outside, this is all I remember."

Finally, this ancient passage Wormhole to the stars I muster the courage And step through As I enter this gate, this path and mirror I feel as if my mind seperates from my body Thrown away and out, lost in nothing and everything I sway between the stars and the darkness of space No light, no light No lights but these Eyes It calls to me, it knows all I am Nothing but dust, a loose speck of dirt No word I can bear of its voice Thus it shall not speak to me A last mercy before a single thought shall make me into nothing I will be nothing I will be nothing The ghost of a time long past it still burns cold in my heart With fingers of ice, it yanks out the last drop of blood i felt It makes me stand, builds a last slim glacial platform for my mind to fall onto All I lost All I was Is it still there somewhere in me The last step i will take Prior to the inevitable downfall Of all of my kind I shall make it count Though i shall be nothing Nothing but dust At least I will not bow

December 8th, 10.08 p.m. Gardner Ave, Kansas city Harrigan, Samaras, Scarborough, Fine Personell on site and armed Observation confirms: suspects present Eight, armed and prepared Artifacts and markings already in place Soon their chants will begin The time to intervene is now Few hours remain until completion Don't stop them now and all is lost Kick down the door Fire one warning shot and be prepared to shoot them all down Storm the warehouse Stop this mass or be prepared to face ultimate fear Information is thinly spread, as is trust among present personell Scarborough has two backup plans none include anyone else They have assembled at the door Fines finger nervously twitches They are prepared for the worst Knowing what they do must be done The time to intervene is now Few hours remain until completion Don't stop them now and all is lost Their chants have begun Personell assembled at the door Safeties disengaged They count to three and Kick down the door Fire one warning shot and are prepared to shoot them all down Storm the warehouse Stop this mass or be prepared to face ultimate fear Samaras enters the warehouse first She sees nothing but unlit darkness All lights are gone All sounds have died Harrigan lights up a flare It is empty No markings No artifacts No suspects Disbelief and hopelessness gnaw at their nerves Samaras hands tighten on the blade There is no secret escape The air smells of chalk and wax The warmth of a fever overcomes them Is it a trick - have they lost Storm the warehouse Be prepared to face ultimate fear

Absence of light Edges of rock Shaped by water, wind and sand Brittle cracks, tearing skin My bloodied hands leave prints Mark my descent Rush of putrid air From below Eyes can't adapt To this absence of light My skin crawls with power Beyond understanding The terrible deep awaits A terrible feat befell this world My bloodied hands they hold this sword To kill the everlasting night A silence so deep and full Noises living ears can't hear Movements living eyes can't see A breath that pierces the unholy stillness of this realm No corpses lie here No bones marr this ground Where no sane living thing has been before Nor will ever be The terrible deep, it calls A terrible feat befell this world My bloodied hands they hold this sword This sword of fire that will pierce the air and shatter stone

Four years i fought And a lot of pain I got Scars on my face, scars on my mind The screams of soldiers keep me awake at night Possessed by darkness Only one way out I have become a killer I shot and maimed and broke My resolve has stayed unbroken I did what i had to do After peace was struck I returned back home And a lot of pain I found The love of my life, nothing left of her but skin Monstrous teeth flash towards my eyes Possessed by darkness Only one way out I have become a killer I shot and maimed and broke My resolve has stayed unbroken I did what i had to do As I buried the love of my life One thought went through my head Four years won't be enough To avenge her The world possessed by darkness Only one way out I have become a killer I shot and maimed and broke My resolve has stayed unbroken I'll do what has to be done I will go to war

Askew Apart Frantically shaking a plank and a nail Rust and plaster raining down Glass creaking cracking shrill and dull More for me More for you The walls are all a-knocking Hammering hammering hammering hammering hammering How shall the world not end this week, this day How shall our bones not stain the floor, the soil Mischievous cries and snarls Are seeping through the cracks The cracks in the wall My blood is staining your suit your shirt Your eyes are filled with determined terror I wont let go you wont let go The last of the tools To shape this cruel and abominated heath Flooding and thrashing and reeking of dead fish Terrorizing eyes of scarlet crimson bloodred glow Teeth teeth teeth teeth splinters of wood steel stone And flesh compressing itself by pure force through the cracks How shall the world not end this week, this day How shall our bones not stain the floor, the soil Eyes claws drool and screeching howls Are seeping through the cracks The cracks in the wall Slow too fast slime thorns poison finding reaching out Last burning blaze and impacting sounds Spilling bloodlike oozing stainful Ichor of black The tendrils are but a loose first grasp Upon my foot my knees you scream I see what the end shall hold for me Upon the last of movements I shall consciously decide My hands find a fiery last resort to when death awaits And it does await me eagerly so I snap in half A rod of flames and it bursts and it burns and it roars As I leave through the cracks The cracks in the wall

A city of ruin Stained blue and green Irregular shapes Broken and worn A last light shines out from the bow of my ship Deeper I descend beneath the waves There is only one way to go Down With a dull blow The ship alights And slowly, stumbling Skids to a halt Outside, darkest night A sky so black no sun could light it My light, the only one remaining Flickering on roads of stone There are still rations left Enginge's pumping Air pressure holds But I will not return How much time has passed How much longer will it be It does not matter, I know No one Will find me here In the ruins of Atlantis With a sharp crack My light, it blows out I'm stuck in darkness on the floor of the sea There is light outside How can there be light Not far from my ship, flickering light and shade A cathedral, windows of blazing bright Shapes move inside And, impossibly I hear them sing Dagon - hear us Grant us Ascension There are still rations left Enginge's pumping Air pressure holds But I will not return I can not stay here In the light of my last flare Darkness will eat me and No one Will find me here In the ruins of atlantis

“Then in the slow creeping course of eternity the utmost cycle of the cosmos churned itself into another futile completion, and all things became again as they were unreckoned kalpas before. Matter and light were born anew as space once had known them; and comets, suns and worlds sprang flaming into life, though nothing survived to tell that they had been and gone, been and gone, always and always, back to no first beginning.” (The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, H.P. Lovecraft) Unknown Kadath, I seek thy domes, thy rooftops I seek the golden city, home of the gods, roam of immortals I shall make my way across the lands of no reality Unknown Kadath, I seek thee Restless, nightless, sleepless Rendered consious by the dark light of the moon Lightless, eyeless, immobilized My mind wanders without aim in ever-fading shades I crave I search I long For your walls Your golden crests and pillars Unknown kadath! Lost wanderer Lost soul Trapped in Ever-churning dreams Trapped in This realm of unrest In carters steps Who never returned Headed for nowhere Unknown kadath No one ever found, no one ever saw No way No sense Trying to find Home Endless hours of night they will not fade Unless I find unknown kadath Unless I find I find Home Myself Death Crawling chaos and it speaks "Only one place is there for you to find" Home "You shall become one with my will once you return" Home Falling through these clouds Of darkness shade and colour blind Weightlessly heading for nowhere For no place at all For "My will"? Home? Death? Awake

Sign of ithaqua's aligned Snowfall and ice storms At an all time high Telecommunications have ceased Villages and cities Depend on what they've stocked Blood on fresh snow Predators hunt flesh Freeze all homes lives immobile Feet arms hands heads and hearts Air so cold lungs stop working World in ice Plant life is brittle and dead No new spring Is to be expected soon Firewood stocks deplete Soon there will be nothing left to Burn But yourself Blood on fresh snow Predators hunt flesh Freeze all homes lives immobile Feet arms hands heads and hearts Air so cold lungs stop working And, as the last, weakening rays of sunlight graze the frozen countryside No living being is left breathing outside Only few survivors in brittle, silent dwellings Are left to hear the howls of not just the wind in the not too far distance The smell of life stands out sharply against the ice Wood bursts in the freezing cold Stone cracks apart from deep within Water and blood frozen solid World in ice

Foggy vision A hand touching mine Sitting at the table Magnificient red wine One delightful meal accompanied By musics strange sounds Your eyes so heavy The light above growing loud Growing loud The world changes Shapes realign A dance in yellow The voices I hear Don't match their mouths The faces I see Dance in yellow The world changes Shapes realign A dance in yellow The voices I hear Don't match their mouths The faces I see Dance in yellow Twisting and churning Blurred lines above Lights and shadows All intertwine Spin Dance Not much longer Until the sign is complete Welcome, friends. Are you enjoying the dance?