Lovecraft's Death

The cold comes, the rats in the walls break the deadly sound of silence

As time decays, you try to name the unnamable, a whisperer in darkness

Our hound smells you

The haunter of the dark will come to take you to our realm, your life, your books

March in front your closing eyes, beyond the walls of sleep

Lovecraft, in the realm of the dead

Lovecraft, in the realm of the dead

Obsessed with Necronomicon, the Arab's wicked dream

You found a path to Azathoth, and walked the Dagon's realm

Your friends were haunted, too

Do you remember Charles?

Or haven't you heard the music of Erich Zann?

The call of Cthulhu we disguised with notes and raving rhythms

To spread the seed of lurking fear into the heart of man

Lovecraft, in the realm of the dead

Lovecraft, in the realm of the dead

Your time is out, you saw too much

You used the silver key

You know too well

That minds like yours, can never rest in peace

You stared at the abyss, you'll never rest in peace

You'll never rest in peace, (ooh!)