
Date of issue: 25.10.1996
Song language: English
At the Mountains of Madness |
…the lavas that restlessly roll |
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek |
In the ultimate climes of the pole |
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek |
In the realms of the boreal pole… |
it’s been not so long I accidently sold |
my former frame of reference to the cold |
thinking back, remembering, my tale seems so unreal |
I’m closed up but the time has come to reveal |
anxious, also ignorant, my investigative mind |
had led me there and led me to be so blind |
haunted are the mountains, I plead for your restraint |
or hope for men’s survival will be faint |
all my days are nightmares and memories haunt my brain |
my former mind of knowledge has gone insane |
you’ll never hear this twice cause once I had seen |
the sheen that filled the sky soon I’d die the mounts drew the bounds |
and I climbed one step too high soon I’d die |
the cold that had enwrapped my heart is bound to freeze my eyes |
the truth that seemed on our side had covered all with lies |
take off my hands, take off my feet take off my ears, |
rip out my tongue but don’t hurt my mind, don’t hurt my sense |
don’t hurt my intellectual powers |
what is frozen you don’t feel, what hurts is what you lose |
but at this moment I gave up, the ice had blown my fuse |
made out of cold, made out of fear God’s will attracts, |
God; |
s will is here |
all had begun, when led by fear, right at the end of the world |
high in the sky, here at the end of the world |