At the mountains of madness

PP locksmith cut the silver key

What's that sound in the attic

In the ville, this ain't hound of the baskers

Rats in the wall at the priory

Last whispers scrawled in the diary

Glimpse of the depth, it was fiery

One last limp up the steps to admire we

C town HP diocese

Dank bells aring

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Crude shapes on

Velvet drapes long

Awaiting Dagon

End of an epoch

Sentinel leap frog monolith hopscotch

? cyclops

Traipse cruddy foot hills

Plummeting earthward again

Change scenery with icе melting machinary, seamlessly

Hard hat slap it on

Still trappеd butterfly, papillon

Inhale smoke in the mirrors

Coast to coast, cosa nostra your village

Floaty floaty swimming is okay

I give him the okay

It's minimal open

Extinguishing old flames, you're finished

Straight line flight across the most

Utterly unknown stretches of the eon

Dead continent would evolve many additional hazards

But I take a stab at it for old times

Flatten the no-go sign

Hacking stone shrines

Remapping the old gold mine

Luna land a la carte rhymes

What's the point in trying to resurrect a man who can't die

It's T

It's only me

Slang

Officer

Out the darkness