Wormtongue - Artifcats Of The Great Race Of Yith Тексты

A terrible dream, horrific images
Haunted my sleep and left me in awe

In the vast ocean of sand
Lies the ruins of an ancient race
A city, remnants of lost world
Contains the manuscripts inside

The power of their minds, all encompassing

Beings of a dying world
a "black, aeon-dead orb in far space"
Through time and space
They travel and possess
A tentacled, pungent mass of living flesh
Hideous form in which dwelt their minds
Long after mankind is gone
They will return again

The Great Race of Yith, all powerful

A terrible dream, horrific images
Possessed my body and rendered me mad

Come and behold the tale of what I saw
Is this a nightmare or can it be true?
Madness dominates my brain as I search for evidence
The artifacts tell the terrible truth of the Great Race of Yith