At the Mountains of Madness Lyrics

Sulphur visions seek me
into this narrow cave summoning me
my nostrils can feel it.... that abhorrent smell again
discerning the stench
of mutilation over these strange remains

The dismal flutes of the wind
still afflict my mind
reverberation of an ancient pain
from the unremembered Oligocene time
Dark Cosmos.

A stream in the sky guide me toward the dream
but the mirage asphyxiates my spirit

.."Tekeli-li" "Tekeli-li" ...

You cry sour salt,

I cry crystals of salt.

This horrendous boreal landscape embraces me.