We came from Arkham chasing science and fame, The South Pole called, “Come stake your claim.” Frostbite and fossils, a noted team, Sought a city founded in a fever dream. Carved in stone — not by human hands, Test the limits of our mind's commands. We woke what time forgot to name, And now gods will claim our eternal shame. At the mountains-- the mountains of madness, The air is thin with eternal sorrow. Death's today as sure as tomorrow. I swear I saw stars tremble in fear, And I heard the beasts moan, “You don’t belong here.” At the mountains-- the mountains of madness, We dug too far, we lost our minds, Echoes of gods that end our times. The cold cut through, but truth cut deep, The void’s not dead — it’s just asleep. Danforth’s screaming names I can’t pronounce, Our compass spins — the needle's aimless bounce. We found old murals that tell the tale: The masters made us — then watched us fail. There’s something crawling under the ice, We’re not explorers, we’re parasites. A fiend does rise, it knows my name, And every heartbeat chimes the same. At the mountains-- the mountains of madness, The air is thin with eternal sorrow. Death's today as sure as tomorrow. I swear I saw stars tremble in fear, And I heard the beasts moan, “You don’t belong here.” At the mountains-- the mountains of madness, We dug too far, we lost our minds, Echoes of gods that end our times. The cold cut through, but truth cut deep, The void’s not dead — it’s just asleep. Don’t look back — don’t look down, The elder ones wear the crown. We were kings of dust and doubt, 'Til the Shoggoths found us out. The storm broke out, the sky turned green, We lost the camp, we lost the team. Frozen eyes at the drifts below, They saw too much, now they’ll never know. We ran through halls of ancient bone, Every step was not our own. Something hummed — a cosmic tone, A song from before the world was known. The walls are bleeding ultraviolet, The skies bleeds red and we can’t fight it. I see their shapes when I close my eyes — They built the stars, they take our lives. At the mountains, the mountains of madness At the frozen time where reason fades, Real time crumbles and the gods are made. We flew too high-- into the sun, Now delusion haunts the mortal ones. And if you hear a frozen gale, Don’t follow down in that mountain trail. 'Cause the truth ain’t meant to keep you sane — Madness sleeps deep beneath your veins
