The King in Red Even in Arcadia Amidst such hallowed meadows Such guarded pastures Such simple days These mournful measures Morbid tunes...

Out of that cryogenic sleep The first sentient thought was one of hunger Gnawing and unnerving in its depth An untraceable urge The thick...

Let the crickets dance and chirp They rise and writhe and squirm And click and kick In the depths of the pit When from the depths I...