Carcosa - Gomorrah

Along the shore the cloud waves break

The twin suns paint blood red the sky

Strange is the night where black stars rise

The waxen moons of Ixthil

The shadows lengthen, but tower stranger still

Our bodies dry and die on long forsaken terra

We march into the skies

The strange of dark Carcosa

The idleness of whipping winds and thirst for flesh behind his grin

The tattered flags of the pallid King

The yellow sign — the death it brings

Days behind that lead us blind

Marching on in single line

To the ends, ravenous

Search the skies for the lost star

Songs that the Hyades shall sing

Where flap the tatters of the King

Hastur, Hali, the sirens beckon me

To the shores of mist and death, Aldebaran, the world unseen

We are lashed and scoured through the rot

Blessings and prayers we ne’er sought

Kindred souls from this time untold

We march to dim Carcosa

Leeches of the sacred fold

Rituals in white and gold

The yellow sign and blackened skies

Our home of lost Carcosa

We march into the skies

The strange of dark Carcosa