Onwards... Towards Kadath!

Enlightment lies beyond the horizon
 Heading north, into the cold dead waste
 Seeking the ones akin to the gods
 Riding the waves to obsidian shores
 Above the desolate plateau of leng
 Wings of leather guide an abhorrent ride
 In the glare of the moon's pale flame
 The shantak haunts the dismal night
 Past nameless mysterious isles
 Not dared to be spoken of
 Vile howels crack the calm of the night
 Far north, into the darkness
 Freezing cold, inquanok in sight
 Above the desolate plateau of leng
 Wings of leather guide an abhorrent ride
 In the glare of the moon's pale flame
 The shantak haunts the dismal night
 In robes of silk the masked priest strides
 His wisdom tells of lunar beasts
 Of horns and hooves concealed from sight
 And night gaunts their royal feast
 Under the dome, into the vaults of zin
 As sacrifice to the gift of death and escape
 In pitch-black darkness, eyes forbidding sight
 Abadon the haunting ruins of ancient sarkomand
 Summoning calls, return to the isle
 ghoulish uproar and moonbeats collide
 Above the desolate plateau of leng
 Faceless demons on membrane-winged flight
 In the glare of the moon's pale flame
 The night guants impale the silent skies
 Onwards... towards kadath!
 Onwards... towards kadath!
 ... towards kadath!