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CHOIR:

Horror!

The pale autumnal moon over the graves

Casting long horrible shadows

The grotesque trees, the antique church

The odors of mould and worst of all

Worst of all, worst of all...

ST JOHN:

Hear? Growl! Something is baying

All night someone is trying

To hunt us down in this churchyard

CHOIR:

Louder and louder

Closer and closer

Nearer and nearer

The barking is growing strong

ST JOHN'S FRIEND:

Grim collectors, we devoted our lives

To horror till nightmare fill our eyes

Our museum is a blasphemous place

We’d assembled loot with taste

ST JOHN:

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

Dig my friend

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Into the ground

CHOIR:

Into the grave

Unnamed is near, unseen is there

The trees, the fog, the presence...

ST JOHN:

Faster and faster

Deeper and deeper

ST JOHN'S FRIEND:

Horror, horror, horror

ST JOHN:

At last!

Now we had assembled

The worst of the trophies;

An universe of terror

Amulet of decay

To excite our jaded sensibilities

CHOIR:

Suddenly stronger wind rushed by

ST JOHN:

Stenches of the opened grave made us sick

Ancient One!

CHOIR:

Living monstrosity had raised from its grave

And from its rotten jaws we've heard a well known bay

Die, die!

St John torn to ribbons

Die, die!

Mass of mangled flesh

ST JOHN'S FRIEND:

It disappeared! Is it buried again?

I must bury an amulet in that same place!

We're no vulgar ghouls, we devoted our lives

To horror till madness fill our eyes

Our museum is a pervert's place

We’d assembled loot with taste

CHOIR:

Now seek, seek, seek, seek

Seek that place

Weep, weep, weep, weep, weep

Mud on nails

ST JOHN'S FRIEND:

Faster and faster

Deeper and deeper

CHOIR:

Empty grave!

ST JOHN'S FRIEND:

Now, as the baying of that dead

Fleshless monstrosity grows again

I shall seek with my gun the oblivion

Which is my only refuge from the unnamed

(excepts from "The Hound” by H.P. Lovecraft)