Me too, it is a great song with awesome (in the truest sense of the word) lyrics and vocal delivery.
Also, these lyrics are Niles own, not an adaption of any Egyptian texts.
@Ddadutta It is actually a variation of the end of H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Dagon."
@Ddadutta It is actually a variation of the end of H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Dagon."
From the second to last paragraph of the story:
From the second to last paragraph of the story:
"I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the...
"I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium."
Me too, it is a great song with awesome (in the truest sense of the word) lyrics and vocal delivery. Also, these lyrics are Niles own, not an adaption of any Egyptian texts.
@Ddadutta It is actually a variation of the end of H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Dagon."
@Ddadutta It is actually a variation of the end of H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Dagon."
From the second to last paragraph of the story:
From the second to last paragraph of the story:
"I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the...
"I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium."