The date: September 2nd 1930 We sailed from Boston harbor, leaving eagerly
A quest of knowledge do we crave
Mustered for the occasion were men of righteous stance Nineteen men of skill and I, with inquiring minds
Towards the south pole do we sail
Set foot two months later on the continent The explorations have begun, the mountains soon in sight
Unknown, the terror that awaits
Walked upon these peaks for miles The wind, it blows relentlessly The loss of men and what we find As madness sets it's sight on me
At the mountains Fangs of ice and fear Hide in silence Caves that echo evilly
Lost in ice and cold Our Hell's made of snow
Upon returning to the camp, a grim discovery We found our base and equipment were destroyed utterly
Our comrades' bodies torn to shreds [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/h/hollow/snow.html ] It seems we'd found a species yet to be known to man Leathery skin, with tentacles and horrid, star-shaped heads
In fear and wonder, we dissect
As we explored their dwelling, a city–tomb of ice Carvings in the walls told of it's aeonian history
Realize an Old One still dwells here
All this is too much for normal men to bear Danford's mind has failed Escape, our only thought, whilst running through the haze Fleeing things unnamed
Escape, our only thought, whilst running through the haze Fleeing things unnamed
Unnamed!
Ran among this maze for miles The stench, it grows infernally The loss of faith from what we found As madness firms it's grasp on me
At the mountains Fangs of ice and fear Awakened Elder Yog-Sothoth pursuing me