1. The Outsider 5. The Colour Out of Space 2. What the Moon Brings 6. The White Ship 3. The Temple 7. From Beyond 4. 8. The Whisperer5. The Colour in the Out Darkness of Space

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Beneath the keep, a labyrinth Of nighted silence, dark, oppressive air My sole reality in crumbled books Forsaken cycle as a long-forgotten man

No mirrors or glass to illuminate My undiscovered reflection No faith in purpose or philosophy The Outsider All that’s left is to climb I know not where I was born Save this castle, all memories are dust Behold the light Dark passages and shadowy solitude Urge to ascend the black, ruined tower Measureless time amongst infinity of death Or meet my end

No moon or sun to illuminate Free from my imprisonment I come upon My caliginous realm of gloom A venerable ivied castle No sense of self or identity My eyes baptised by the sight of my kin The only answer is to climb Desperate for contact, I cross over the sill Unwholesome clamor and panic erupt The guests fleeing from a horror unknown

With arms outstretched To a carrion thing before me Unnameable creature My touch collides with polished glass

It’s me What the MoonI hate the moon Brings

In the spectral summer of narcotic flowers And humid seas of foliage I walk by the shallow crystal stream Resistless to the currents of strange oceans

Swirling away under the arched, carven bridge Lotos blossoms float along like calm, dead faces Dropped down from the howling winds of the opiate night The blossoms stare back with sinister resignation

What the moon brings, what the moon brings

I run right along the shore, maddened ever by the pressing fear Of unknown things and alluring charnel faces Down from the lunar-brightened sky, a black condor descends Upon the reef, beginning to emerge with the ebbing tide

Up from the depths, black spires surface on the sea Revealing ancient towers of the past; dead, dripping city Electrifying my body, a new chill washes over me As the waxing moon unveils the secret of the spires

Jutting from the waves, neither reef nor city But a black basalt crown of a Cyclopean horror Shrieking, I fear the hidden face will rise above the waters To escape I plunge into the stinking shallows where now I sleep

I hate the moon TheTemple We found the ivory carving Stashed among his dripping rags Pried his clenching grip from the railing Throwing him overboard His eyes jarred open The reanimated corpse swam away

Drifting into madness The ivory idol guides us Torn away from our course Plunging down through abyssal doors Driven mad

Breaking loose, a mutiny brings fratricide One by one, the bodies out the double-hatches Nowhere to go but down Down to the ocean floor With the statuette firmly in our grasp

Reluctant, assisted suicide The aqueous depths his Stygian grave Now I’m alone Failing air and failing light Urge to disembark

Looming in the searchlight Cyclopean keep Yawning, beckoning door I behold the temple

With the fading of the last stricken match An eerie requiem penetrates the hull Shining forth from the opening of the temple A light like altar-flame seduces me to my death Dagon Silent escape Slipping into the waters

Lost on this freakish mire I see mankind is dead And when I touch the water I’m plagued with dream-infested sleep

Dream-infested sleep

Polyphemus Blind, idiot god I feel your breath against my neck That slick, mucoid layer Upon its wretched frame

Dreams, dreams of rising tides

Ancient deity Blind, idiot god I hear your children at my door Now, now, now they come

I step upon the window sill The needles fall away The creatures call me home Plunging to below Dagon Blind, idiot god You’ll not have me The Colour Out of Space Where the blasted heath now stands It came down from the skies Is where the dreaded thing first came down The crystal carrier of cosmic light Ripping the earth asunder With a noisome crack of thunder Shriveling skin, crumbling bodies Crippling poison Glowing faintly in the night The plague’s wretched wrath The indescribable colour of the light Every measure found it nothing of this earth Swallowing children, species of suction Feeding its hunger Yet still the nameless thing perpetually burned The colour out of space

It came down from the skies The waving trees, accursed glimmering lights The crystal carrier of cosmic light Terranean curse, skeletal shards of life Engulfing the vigor, sucking the marrow The foetid pestilence diffused throughout the land Draining away, leaving it dry Emanating from the sunken, shadowed crater Disproportionate flora and fauna Down the well, the colour grows Dark disfigurement and hulking malformations Slime-infested, wicked waste Awaiting the call, from far beyond To dwell again among the stars The sudden madness of his wife And withering crops of the blackened countryside It came down from the skies Chaotic, phosphorescent matter The crystal carrier of cosmic light

It was the colour, it was the colour It was the colour, the colour out of space

The White Ship Gazing out toward the black sea Bestowing my torch, lighting the pathways I am the keeper guarding North Point Charged to this tower, sworn to the dark nights

While my beam cuts the horizon Secrets do lurk behind the gray mist From the vapors emerges a white ship Beckoning to me, its charioteer calls Dragged forward, we yield Follow me to the waves, Unto the dark, abysmal door ahead Sail to your dreams of unknown, nameless shores Deep into the void Grasp onto the helm Whirling our ship into the mouth of Hell Steer for the lost, forgotten lands of old The White Ship rides forever to distant tides The White Ship rides forever to distant tides The White Ship rides, following its The White Ship rides, following its feathered guide feathered guide The White Ship rides forever to distant tides Borne upon the billowing waves and wind The White Ship rides, following its We sail onto glorious lands of gods feathered guide Sona-Nyl and Thalarion Yet my heart lies in Cathuria

Against his will, the captain agrees to leave For miles and miles following wings above Never finding the land of Cathuria I’ve forsaken all that is now lost From Beyond Twilight in Providence Imagination’s hour A late invitation from a disconcerting friend The student of the dark His eyes sunken deep Of tentacled illusions Under blotched, yellowed skin My colleague whispers furtively Disfigurement of tenebrous addiction With terror in his breath For ten long weeks Warning me I cannot move Under laboratory lamps For in these rays we are able to be seen Sharpening his ancient invocations At the crest of attic steps Unfurl the truth I behold the odd machine These cosmic beings walk the boundaries of our world Glowing with a violet luminosity Overleaping time we travel to the stars Waves awakening a thousand sleeping senses Enkindling a cosmic reawakening Inherited from aeons of evolution

Hurling toward infinity Delicate torture of my whole body Unleashing Elder Things Aerial ocean of light Inviting dark monstrosities We call them from beyond Calling from beyond Attuning to the frequencies I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity Where daemonic shadows feed And drawn down daemons from the stars Spectral shades encircle me I have harnessed the shadows that stride This cannot be a dream From world to world to sow death and madness Space belongs to me Emanating noisome drones They are coming, they are coming The apparatus glows Pouring forth a seething column The Whisperer in the Darkness Inde urning with creatures O scribable, odd accounts of flood waters ch ld rustic apes Crustaceous bodies superstitions Whispered legends Tenebrous sh d with myth Ia! Shub-Niggura Membra ist es weave th! nous wings of m olk tal The Whisperer in the Da mbered in f Ia! Y rkness The Old Ones reme uggoth! The Whisperer in the Darkness ied in thickets at twilight on the hills they ep-sided gorges sp drone in deep, ste In certa th R Letters from Akeley acook my eferenced scripts Celtic and Penn il fit Legendry Ex nihilo nih onuments, Circling stones Hieroglyphic marks and et Druid-like m chings unknown Star hideous Sabbat night Furtively emerging from the pits of primal li -born race y Eve, on the Ma The Outer Ones of With nameless things collide fe dark alliances forged in Ancient the dead of night Ia! Shub-Niggurath! E ntering The Whisperer in the Darkness Ia primitive h ! Yuggo M ills Funereal stillness Acknowled The Whispe th! enacin ging the eeri rer in the g glassy str e invitatio Darkne ained rigid stare Whispers emanating f n to Dark ss Insidious rom a corner Mount cylinders encompassing souls Traveling nebulous chair Of ain Akeley distances. great tiered tone imprisoned in cylindered Enslaved The O towers built of black s night to the Stygian uter Ones’ mech As hideous fungoid beings build subte realm of Ne anical mummery rrestrial reichs To t ptunial sprites t blackest goat migh Ia! Shub-Niggurath! Lord of the Wood and unmeasurable The Whisperer in the Darkness Ia! Yuggo The Wh th! isperer in the Darkness Ne , mimicking ruse. cronomicon su rickery Unnatu bjects. The petry, t t of morbidity ral revela Outer One Pup pe this ne ng fligh tion s seek m to esca rcumventi t through the w e, Ant Need Ci ood from ediluvian Evade this vile suffocation the house architects

Akeley? This can’t be real... Lord Mordiggian Fthaggua Ithaqua Rhagorthua Vocals Lead Guitar Bass Drums Guitar Backing Vocals Backing Vocals

All music written and performed by © Crafteon Mixed by Michael Goodrich Mastered by Adam Tucker at Signaturetone Recording Guitars and vocals recorded by Lord Mordi Drums recorded by Jamie Hillyer at Module Overload

Cover artwork by Nick Skochev a.k.a. SHadoW-Net @ Deviant Art Lyric pages and disc tray art by Mark Wesley Foster Crafteon logo and cover layout byBrutal Disorder Designs CD and booklet layout and design by Travis Boylls @ Media Savant Photos by Boutte Photography & Design | Costuming by Mallorie Crouch

Lyrics are an attempt to remain as true as possible to the original text of each H.P. Lovecraft short story (via excerpts from the Public Domain), and where such attempts prove difficult, Lord Mordi has supplied lyrical contributions and revisions while striving to at least mirror Lovecraft’s style and diction.

“Dagon” lyrics featuring contributions from Andrew Menefee. Crafteon would like to thank: Adam Armstrong Alex Brasure Alex Shalenko Andrew Menefee Anthony Martinez Antonio Jimenez Carrie Patrick Ben Rodwell Cheyenne Armstrong Casey Hill Chris Candelario Christian Mauro Cierra White Collin Partrick Connor Foghladha Derek Markley David Sites Emily Rhodes Evan Knight Ethan McMillen Haakon Sjogren Gabe Slaughter Evan Salvador Jake Rogers Hugh McDougal John Meyer Jason Mortensen Isaac Faulk Jeanette Mortensen JD Mattos John Yelland Juan Pablo Jonah Clyman Josh Stamey Manda Obsidian Justin Ennis Lord Dahthar Melody Frances Kelly Schilling Nick Haberthier Mario Betancourt Megan McGoodwin Nate Periat Melody Frances Mikey Kent Nate Hoffman Rick Blackwell Reginald Handy Paul Black Pierre Prak Ryan Mills Patrick Leyn Ross Nelson Ryan Burbank Ryan Knaub Shawn McDonald Sean Cordes Rob O’Leary Steve Roach Sarah West Tony Cordisco Travis Sigler Val Fil Tommy Purnil USPMC brothers