[00:19.731]Hills are quite
[00:22.513]Towns filled with innocence
[00:25.231]Sun dies behind the mountain
[00:29.739]The deep ones from the corners of the room expand their arms, dangled and frail
[00:43.591]The voice cryptic with three times the tone of a human
[00:54.954]Fear injects the mind
[00:57.875]All that is fresh
[00:59.916]Fear injects the mind
[01:02.475]All that is flesh
[01:04.939]Rows of spines are starting to move
[01:10.192]Arms of the kings are proud again, we are plunged into a reality of terror and everlasting night
[01:46.199]Laughter heard from the sky
[02:24.595]Tomb of our queen, broken
[02:27.413]Our jackal in sight
[02:30.918]The deep ones from the corners of the room expand their arms, dangled and frail
[02:40.949]The voice cryptic with three times the tone of a human
[02:56.333]They repeat to me one last final word ‘quite’