时间：2003-01-01
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I'm Dreaming of a Dead City - H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society
Some old press clippings my uncle's notes
A bas-relief made out of clay
The horrors that these convey have given me much dismay
I think I'm starting to go insane
Strange nightmare images haunt my brain
I'm dreaming of a dead city
Where deep ones swim in depths of night
Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping
Until the time when they are right
I'm dreaming of a dead city
With angles euclid wouldn't know
That was build strange eons ago
And will soon come up from down below
I'm dreaming of a dead city
Where deep ones swim in depths of night
Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping
Until the time when they are right
I'm dreaming of a dark future
Ruled by the three-lobed burning eye
When the old ones' coming in night
And you find that death itself may die
And you find that death itself may die
