The dreamer in the catacombs of ur
Bal-Sagoth Lyrics

It was like some dark, dark dream. We had not heeded The warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here, within The catacombs of Ur.
We ignored the advice of the wise and are now suffering the consequences of being trapped in the dark catacombs of Ur.

Lost within the lightless catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
We are stuck in the pitch-black catacombs of Ur and are confined within the ziggurats.

Trapped forever in the catacombs of Ur... Your screams are heard in Babylon!
We are doomed to be stuck in the catacombs of Ur forever, and our cries can be heard in Babylon.

Warnings etched into the cuneiform tablets of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
The ancient warnings inscribed on the cuneiform tablets of Ur have been ignored, and now we are secured within the ziggurats.

Behold the great Cthonic deities of Ur... Your screams are heard in Babylon!
We are witness to the powerful Cthonic deities of Ur, and our screams are still audible in Babylon.

Here, beneath the eternally shifting sands, I sought Enlightenment... but found only damnation!
I came to these shifting sands looking for enlightenment, but instead, I was met with only misery and misery.

You have defiled the sanctity of this sacred place!
You have ruined the sacredness of this holy site!

Ancient before the Fifth Cataclysm, here Between the two rivers in you're the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the Seventh city is broken, then shall the dreamer in the catacombs of you're awaken! Forsaken (when His darksome splendorous glory eclipses it) burns the sun,
The Dreamer has been waiting here between the two rivers since before the Fifth Cataclysm, and when the seal of the Seventh city is broken, He will awaken in the catacombs of Ur, overshadowing the sun's light.

Enthrone (the eternally) benighted one, Usurper of the skies. Named in (that black, shunned tome of ) forbidden lore, Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the myriad stars beyond) once more, The Dreamer shall arise!
The eternally dark and evil one, who is mentioned in forbidden literature, will reign over not only this planet but also the multitude of stars beyond, once again, when the Dreamer emerges.

Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the horrors of the Abyss engulf the earth, for The Dreamer in the catacombs is risen!
The Dreamer has awakened in the catacombs, and the Gate has opened, causing the world to be consumed by the terrors of the Abyss.

How many of my colleague's rants were merely the result of his psychosis and How many were actually born of fact, I cannot discern... nor in truth do I Wish to.
I'm unsure if my co-worker's ramblings were due to their mental problem or if they were based on actual events, and I don't want to know the truth.

I have long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite Astoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly free Of the ice which has bound it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of Far wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the proud echelons Of the scientific community will ever dare admit. I believe that beneath the Ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost Civilisations which were ancient even before fabled Atlantis sank beneath The waves. Indeed, further translation of the sigils engraved into the Antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory with an unmistakable Aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records evidenced in this Incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross referencing the resultant lore With information gleaned from other sources on the same theoretical subject, I have been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings which Transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structures Once towered skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes Endure? What splendid peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and most Resistant forms of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is truly An elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are forever In Search Of The Lost Cities Of Antarctica:
I strongly believe that Admiral Piri Reis's famous map of Antarctica reveals the possibility of indicating the presence of ancient civilizations. These civilizations predate the famous disaster of Atlantis sinking and are veiled beneath the ice. Further decoding of the decorated markings on the ancient artifact confirms my theory. The structures that once stood skyrise over Antarctica have now reduced to deserted ice-wastes, leaving behind only the strongest life forms. Though these thoughts may seem feverish and dreamy, they're evident to me. I, too, continue my quest to unveil the Lost Cities Of Antarctica.