Bal Sagoth The Ghosts of Angkor wat Lyrics:
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17 October: 1893 Such grim musings as have been
occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem to
suggest a possible link to the fate of my learned
friend and colleague Doctor Ignatius Stone. That
brilliant researcher was last seen in command of
all his faculties whilst on an expedition to the
ruins of the Sumerian city of Ur, an undertaking
which preceded my own work there by some eighteen
months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist who also
dabbled, perhaps unwisely, in certain areas of the
occult, particularly involving the various
grotesqueries once worshipped as Cthonic deities
by the ancient denizens of Ur. Mere days before he
ventured into the ziggurats of that foreboding,
mystery-haunted site, he had dispatched a letter
to me claiming that he was on the verge of a truly
staggering arcane discovery at Ur which would
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simultaneously prove the cyclical nature of human
civilisation as well as immediately render
redundant all previous theories on the origin of
man. Whatever misfortune befell him within those
aeons-old tombs robbed him irrevocably of his
sanity, for when his attendants finally managed to
prise open the stone door of the vast central
catacomb, which had, I'm told, inexplicably shut
fast behind his three-man torch-bearing party,
they found two of the regularly stalwart men had
seemingly expired of pure fright, while Stone was
slumped against the north wall, staring vacantly
into the gloom, gibbering about visitations by
beings so terrible that the very contemplation of
their existence would sunder a man's tenuous hold
on the reins of sanity. When I later visited him
at the sanatorium in England, I found him to be a
tragic shell of the man I once knew, a man beset
by imagined terrors and ever wary of the
immemorial horrors which he claimed lurked at the
periphery of humanity's perceptions. Indeed, I was
glad I had taken a journal into which I could
transcribe his delusional rants, for he had a
great deal to tell me about The Dreamer In The
Catacombs Of Ur:
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