Ghosts Of Angkor Wat Lyrics - Atlantis Ascendant - Bal-sagoth

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[17 October: 1893] 

Such grim musings as have been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem 

to suggest a possible link to the fate of my learned friend and colleague 

Doctor Ignatius Stone. That brilliant researcher was last seen in command 

of all his faculties whilst on an expedition to the ruins of the Sumerian 

city of Ur, an undertaking which preceded my own work there by some eighteen 

months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist who also dabbled, perhaps unwisely, 

in certain areas of the occult, particularly involving the various 

grotesqueries once worshipped as Cthonic deities by the ancient denizens of Ur. 

Mere days before he ventured into the ziggurats of that foreboding, 

mystery-haunted site, he had dispatched a letter to me claiming that he was 

on the verge of a truly staggering arcane discovery at Ur which would 

simultaneously prove the cyclical nature of human civilisation as well as 

immediately render redundant all previous theories on the origin of man. 

Whatever misfortune befell him within those aeons-old tombs robbed him 

irrevocably of his sanity, for when his attendants finally managed to prise 

open the stone door of the vast central catacomb, which had, I'm told, 

inexplicably shut fast behind his three-man torch-bearing party, they found 

two of the regularly stalwart men had seemingly expired of pure fright, 

while Stone was slumped against the north wall, staring vacantly into the 

gloom, gibbering about visitations by beings so terrible that the very 

contemplation of their existence would sunder a man's tenuous hold on the 

reins of sanity. 

When I later visited him at the sanatorium in England, I found him to be a 

tragic shell of the man I once knew, a man beset by imagined terrors and 

ever wary of the immemorial horrors which he claimed lurked at the periphery 

of humanity's perceptions. Indeed, I was glad I had taken a journal into 

which I could transcribe his delusional rants, for he had a great deal to 

tell me about The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur: