Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur , by - Bal-Sagoth. Release date: 15.04.2001
Song language: English
The Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur |
| It was like some dark, dark dream. |
| We had not heeded |
| The warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price… here, within |
| The catacombs of Ur |
| Lost within the lightless catacombs of Ur… Entombed within the ziggurats! |
| Trapped forever in the catacombs of Ur… |
| Your screams are heard in Babylon! |
| Warnings etched into the cuneiform tablets of Ur… |
| Entombed within the ziggurats! |
| Behold the great Cthonic deities of Ur… |
| Your screams are heard in Babylon! |
| Here, beneath the eternally shifting sands, I sought |
| Enlightenment… but found only damnation! |
| You have defiled the sanctity of this sacred place! |
| Ancient before the Fifth Cataclysm, here |
| Between the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! |
| And when the seal of the |
| Seventh 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, for |
| The Dreamer in the catacombs is risen! |
| How many of my colleague’s rants were merely the result of his psychosis and |
| How many were actually born of fact, I cannot discern… nor in truth do I |
| Wish to |
| I have long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite |
| Astoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly free |
| Of the ice which has bound it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of |
| Far wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the proud echelons |
| Of the scientific community will ever dare admit. |
| I believe that beneath the |
| Ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost |
| Civilisations which were ancient even before fabled Atlantis sank beneath |
| The waves. |
| Indeed, further translation of the sigils engraved into the |
| Antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory with an unmistakable |
| Aura of veracity. |
| Piecing together the fragmentary records evidenced in this |
| Incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross referencing the resultant lore |
| With information gleaned from other sources on the same theoretical subject |
| I have been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings which |
| Transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. |
| What mighty cyclopean structures |
| Once towered skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes |
| Endure? |
| What splendid peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and most |
| Resistant forms of life subsist? |
| This ancient and wondrous testament is truly |
| An elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are forever |
| In Search Of The Lost Cities Of Antarctica: |