Bal Sagoth The Dreamer in the Catacombs of ur Lyrics:
Doctor Ignatius Stone: It was like some dark, dark
dream. We had not heeded the warnings of the
ancients, and now we would pay the price... here,
within the catacombs of Ur.

Lost within the lightless catacombs of Ur...
Entombed within the ziggurats!

The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur: Trapped
forever in the catacombs of Ur... your screams are
heard in Babylon!

Doctor Ignatius Stone: Warnings etched into the
cuneiform tablets of Ur...

Entombed within the ziggurats!

The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur: Behold the
great Cthonic deities of Ur... Your screams are
heard in Babylon!

Doctor Ignatius Stone: Here, beneath the eternally
shifting sands, I sought enlightenment... but
found only damnation!

The Chief Cultist of Ur: You have defiled the
sanctity of this sacred place!

The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur: Ancient
before the Fifth Cataclysm, here between the two
rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal
of the seventh city is broken, then shall the
dreamer in the catacombs of Ur awaken! Forsaken
(when His darksome splendorous glory eclipses it)
burns the sun, Enthrone (the eternally) benighted
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one, Usurper of the skies. Named in (that black,
shunned tome of ) forbidden lore, Destined to rule
(this telluric sphere and the myriad stars beyond)
once more, The Dreamer shall arise! Now, let the
Gate yawn wide and the horrors of the Abyss engulf
the earth, for the Dreamer in the catacombs is
risen!

How many of my colleague's rants were merely the
result of his psychosis and how many were actually
born of fact, I cannot discern... nor in truth do
I wish to.

20 October, 1893 I have long felt the celebrated
map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite astoundingly
depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state
wholly free of the ice which has bound it
ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of far
wider and more resonant implications to humanity
than the proud echelons of the scientific
community will ever dare admit. I believe that
beneath the ice-veiled surface of that
southernmost continent lie the remnants of
time-lost civilisations which were ancient even
before fabled Atlantis sank beneath the waves.
Indeed, further translation of the sigils engraved
into the antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft
derided theory with an unmistakable aura of
veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records
evidenced in this incredible relic, whilst
simultaneously cross referencing the resultant
lore with information gleaned from other sources
on the same theoretical subject, I have been able
to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings
which transcends all but my most fevered
imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structures once
towered skyward where now only the desolate
wind-whipped ice-wastes endure? What splendid
peoples once throve where now only the hardiest
and most resistant forms of life subsist? This
ancient and wondrous testament is truly an
elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors
as I, who are forever In Search Of The Lost Cities
Of Antarctica:
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