Sun Of The Dying From The Dead Stars
My mind isn't of this world
My mind is in Carcosa
Among dead stars
Navigating through cold space
Huge shapes, space gods
They fall to the earth as incandescent meteorites
Venture in the deeps
In the land an in the ocean floor
From the depths of the earth
They watch us
Recumbent, sleepers, lurking hypnotic
Tyrants of the space
Timeless Gods
Lords of the Cosmos
Lords of the Depths
From R'lyeh the almighty tyrant breathes
Laying, waiting
The creeping whisper to us
Within our minds
Induced madness
Dreams, nightmares surrounded by tentacle
From the abyss they watching us
The Abyss of the Cosmos
The Abyss of the Depths
Land, marine, mental
My mind isn't of this world