The Specimen in Yellow - TheseStrangeColours x Metrivus // Mashup

strange is the night where black stars rise and strange moons circle through the skies along the shore, the cloud waves break the twin suns sink behind the lake song of my soul, my voice is dead die thou unsung, as tears unshed oh, the wickedness the hopeless damnation of a soul who could fascinate and paralyze human creatures with such words words understood by the ignorant and wise alike words which are more precious than jewels more soothing than music more awful than death death, and the awful abode of lost souls whither my weakness long ago had sent him had changed him for every other eye but mine and now I heard his voice, rising, swelling, thundering through the flaring light and as I fell, the radiance increasing, poured over me in waves of flame songs that the hyades shall sing where flap the tatters of the king aldebaran, the hyades, alar, hastur glided through the cloud-rifts which fluttered and flapped as they passed like the scolloped tatters of the king in yellow and my mind will bear forever the memory of the pallid mask i pray god will curse the writer as the writer has cursed the world with his beautiful, stupendous creation terrible in its simplicity irresistible in its truth it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a living god have you found the sign these pages yield nothing so divine