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Calling Cthulhu
02:09
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die."
- H.P. Lovecraft
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The Son of Mothman
01:44
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I am the son of Mothman, eyes full of blood
I am the winged Horror, death from above
You can't escape from my all seeing eyes
I'm 100% monster, don't believe their lies
Men In Black why you following me?
I'll show you dad just wait and see!
Hide your pets and your livestock; pray to your stupid god
I'm in the bushes watching, please ignore my sobs
They said I was failure, never good enough
Open up this pit I'll show you that I'm really tough
Men In Black why you following me?
I'll show you dad just wait and see!
Why doesn't daddy love me?
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Surfing off the coast of Devil's Reef,
Dark skies above and inky depths beneath.
A killer wave sweeps me off my feet,
Surrounded by Deepones, claws tearing deep...
Down through the murky depths,
To the city of Ithacae,
To the altar of Dagon,
Spread eagle across the block I pray.
Lungs fill with water,
Chest cavity about to burst.
Slime spread across my skin
Blood runs thick with this curse.
Soaked in sweat in my own bed.
Was it all a nightmare?
Was my being really there?
Where is my true home?
I need to get some air.
That can't be me in the mirror
A monstrous sight, cause for despair.
Smooth of scalp and bulbous eyes
Webbed hands, protruding spine.
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Do They Walk Among Us?
02:40
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What's that foreign sound coming from the pipes under the ground?
Open up your eyes, lies disguised by monsters that are all around.
Hey hey can't your see?
Illuminati and underground societies.
Forked tongues and their skin is green,
Lizard men can look like you and me.
Hey, do you believe?
UFO's and alien technology
The government just wants to deceive.
Airplane fuel can't melt steel beams.
Probes inside your brain, aluminum foil caps can't keep ya sane.
Think in black and white; the Greys don't like it but you just might.
Hey hey can't your see?
Illuminati and underground societies.
Forked tongues and their skin is green,
Lizard men can look like you and me.
Hey, do you believe?
UFO's and alien technology
The government just wants to deceive.
Airplane fuel can't melt steel beams.
Hey everybody in the punk rock scene,
I've got a question for you if you know what I mean:
When the moon's gone black and the winds to gust,
tell me, do they walk among us?
Hey hey can't your see?
Hey, do you believe?
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Nosferskatu
03:53
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Tall of frame, limbs lean and thin.
Creepin' boots for them to skank in.
Rude bats not boys or girl.
Silly hats and claws unfurled.
Bloody lips, hypnotic stare.
Horns n' fangs is quite the pair.
Cloths so black and skin so white.
Two-tone sound fills you with fright.
Nosferskatu comes for you to night.
Drains your blood with a single bite.
You will be their midnight snack.
Your whole world fades.
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Incoming Transmission
01:16
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Space Horror
03:04
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Young and dumb and partial to shrooms,
He found himself one too many times
Sucked up in a silver saucer,
surrounded by Xenos slime.
He had a psych probe too many.
Functioning mind is a relative term.
The slime turned into men, but not quite;
Tentacled and too many teeth.
Oh god I can feel my insides.
Dropped off in a flaming desert
flapping tongues replaced his legs.
A belly full of squidly larva.
Mind's eye had seen the true face of God.
Discovered by vulturous slugs;
A feast fit for a billion beasts.
The sun sunk, returned the ominous disc
To pick up their kids from their play date.
Oh god I can feel my insides.
What's that in the sky?
With one giant eye!
AaaaaahhhhHHH!
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