Thrown To The Sun Seized By Obscurity
That day,
When I was found alone and dazed
On the edge of that filthy swamp
Memories of madness appall me
Of the night my friend is gone
At night,
We've searched for the ancient cemetery
To find something I don't know exactly
At the entrance of the abyss
He dives into necropolis
"Carter, it's terrible -- monstrous -- unbelieveable
Better than the living, I will die with this madness"
Vicariously,
I've taken up this mission on me
I had to save him from this catastrophe
Between rotten sounds and grotesque figures
That I can't even imagine
The voice on the radio sharpened,
As he shouts madly
"Carter, I can't explain
It's beyond thought
Be quick before it's too late
Beat it!
Beat it!
Beat it!"
After that was silence
Whispering, muttering, calling, screaming into nowhere
Answer me, are you there
