In the heart of Carcosa, where shadows fall, A twisted tale of madness—we hear the call. The Yellow King, a name whispered in dread, Lurks in our souls, where fear is spread. Yellow King, your madness we embrace, In your enigmatic world, we find our place. A cosmic dance of chaos and despair, In Carcosa’s grip, we’re lost—unaware. A crowd of madness upon our twisted heads, Is... is this the place of our death? We're all trapped here. Is... is this the time of our death? We're all doomed here. Is... is this the place of our death? We're all fucked up. Is... is this the time of our death? Is... is this the place of our death? Is... is this the time of our death? Is... is this the time of our death? Is... is this the place of our death? Is... is this the time of our death? Is... is this the time of our death?