Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cool Air, artist - Glass Hammer.
Date of issue: 13.12.2012
Song language: English
Cool Air |
I recall that awful feeling |
Of growing horror, as from my ceiling |
Dripped noxious fluids which filled my room |
With a singular odor, a foetid fume |
Which should have served to warn me well |
That in the room above did dwell |
A fearful thing |
Yet I required the Doctor’s care |
I clambered up the creaking stair |
To the sepulcher wherein survived |
His deathless mind, a thing which thrived |
In the cool air, in the frigid tomb |
Twas Death he fought in that Stygian gloom |
Night after night I would visit there |
Regardless of the freezing air |
A nameless fear within me grew |
For his bloodless hands and ghoulish hue |
Were more than an anxious mind could bare |
In this laboratory with its cool air |
My host though odd was not unkind |
And he told me how the will, the mind |
Was stronger than organic life |
His enemy, Death, and with Death his strife |
He raved then of outlandish schemes |
Of sorcerous rites, unholy dreams |
Where the Daemons howl, dark planets roll |
Through a universe both lifeless and cold |
Of blasphemy he took no heed |
As arcane rites became his creed |
As noxious vapours 'round him rolled |
While curious engines pumped the cold |
I can’t abide the cool air |
I can’t abide the cool air |
He thrived within the cool air |
I can’t abide the cool air |
Noisome machines and bubbling vials |
Were but scientific trials |
Or so he claimed, but then I knew |
And thus the dread within me grew |
Night after night I would visit there |
Regardless of the freezing air |
Cold as death it leached my will |
I lost my mind in the morbid chill |
But death must come to claim us all |
He had not seen the fatal flaw |
It failed at last, that damned device |
That machine which kept his room like ice |
I can’t abide the cool air |
I can’t abide the cool air |
He thrived within the cool air |
I can’t abide the cool air |
This won’t suffice |
Bring ice bring ice |
His tomb, his lair |
Must have cool air |
He uttered then a piteous cry |
He begged for ice as though he’d die |
Without its chill, so ice I brought |
Yet this was death with which we fought |
The air grew warm and stifling hot |
And as he melted into rot |
That hollow voice I’d come to fear |
Whispered fell into my ear |
A thing I cannot bear, and yet |
I laughed as if I could forget |
I laughed as only the mad can do |
And then I shrieked for then I knew |
He spoke the thing which confirmed my fears |
«I have been dead for eighteen years» |
I can’t abide the cool air |
I can’t abide the cool air… |