1. JE NE SUIS PAS FOU

"Je ne suis pas fou!

Je souhaite juste aujourd’hui prévenir le
monde des horreurs indicibles qu’une nouvelle
expédition dans ce désert blanc pourrait libérer.

Non je ne suis pas fou!

Je les ai vues ces entités rampantes,
plus anciennes que les hommes,
ces immondices cachées dans
leur cité de pierre noire.

Je les ai vues,
plus grandes que tous les édifices,
plus effrayantes que la mort elle-même.
Je les ai vues, ces montagnes hallucinées!"


2. ANTARCTICA

A land of desolation, a white lifeless Hell,
a land of starvation burning all skin cells
Kingdom of storms, refuge of spirits like
unspeakable swarms of old units.

Towards us, insignificant human,
join us in our frightful Eden, join us.
So join us in our frightful Eden!

Between the wind and snow we can see the
mountains rejecting their smoke of sulfur.
As a grinding cello and cursed fountains
of lava and molten rock and fire.

Naïve we are moving in
the storm while our senses deform.
We are moving in its unwavering greatness,
we let ourselves be enveloped by its darkness.

Our victory in this desert will
destroy our spirit, destroy our hearts.

Great valley of death,
let these man pierce your secrets
so we can retake our place.

Its beauty calls us, we can't go back,
our quest begins now.
And even if the ice should crack,
we can't go back.


3. THE ELDER THINGS

Continuing our research we find a lost cave,
enclosing nightmarish creatures, sleeping in their icy grave.
Excited by our discovery we move into forbidden knowledge,
and to the door of our insanity we blindly build a bridge.

The elder things!

Creatures from another universe,
reflections of the Necronomicon,
they do not belong to the earth.

Lake dissects creatures and opens them in a breath,
expecting to find answers to the meaning of life
he will find the meaning of death.

Some stories say
that they had created life.
Are we the result of experiments
created with a surgical knife?

You, the old ones, which can defy sea,
space, and everything, us,
humans incompetent, we are nothing,
we are nothing!

We were looking forward to
joining Lake to investigate his discovery,
without imagining that we would find a cemetery.


4. AWAKENING

Nous arrivons à l’endroit où Lake et son équipe avaient dressé leur camp. Une décharge glaciale, plus intense que le froid ambiant qui me mord le visage, me traverse l’échine quand je vois les installations dévastées. Un chaos indescriptible s’était abattu sur mes compagnons d’infortune. Les cadavres jonchent le sol. Hommes, animaux, personne n’avait été épargné. J’avance vers la tente dans laquelle Lake avait dû faire ses analyses. En voyant cette empreinte sur le sol, je comprends. Elles n’étaient pas mortes, juste endormies. Et il les a réveillées…

My frozen body warms
I begin to open my eyes and I see unknown forms
I lift my arm and grab his head
And I hold it, until it deforms the thing shouts

I feel the rage rising in me
This abject thing, that is studying me, analyzing me

Les choses très anciennes étaient restées endormies durant des millénaires, emprisonnées dans leur cercueil de glace. Un regard sur les restes du campement me fait comprendre notre erreur. Nous avions cru avec fierté nous trouver devant des fossiles inconnus, sans jamais imaginer l’innommable vérité. Sans le vouloir, nous avions précipité notre chute, vers la folie, et la mort.

Ripping flesh, tearing bodies
I satisfy my thirst for vengeance
I catch them with ease
And I dissect them for science, for science
My work done, I look up to see them
The stars from where I come

Flying over mountains, the wind blowing on my starry head
I admire these gigantic canyons, and I see it, my city of the dead


5. THE ASCEND

(Instrumental)


6. BEHIND THE MOUNTAINS

Nothing will be as before
We can now see it
With fascination and horror
The city of the ancient spirit

An infamous architecture
A Cyclopean monument
A non-Euclidean structure
Looks to us like an unspeakable giant
We are cursed
We are cursed

Study each sculpture on these cold walls
We understand your past existence
Your prosperity between these icefalls
Your greatness and quintessence

You created slaves, the shoggoths, powerful and abject
But slaves wanted to become masters, and of your fall they were the architect

Shapeless beings, screaming like birds of Poe
Now only masters of the snow
Resistant to the freezing cold of Antarctica
They haunt the dark Babylonia

L’horreur liée à nos découvertes ne nous arrêta pas dans notre quête de savoir. Pourtant nous avions compris que ces connaissances pouvaient amener l’Homme à sa perte, à sa chute. Nous avançons encore et encore au sein de cette innommable cité cyclopéenne. Les choses très anciennes avaient succombées au froid du désert blanc, mais pas leur création. Abomination informe mais polymorphe, nous entendons son cri aigu et détestable se rapprocher, comme un avertissement, présageant notre rencontre imminente et inévitable.

The creature is in front of me, oozing and spongy
Countless eyes searching in the dark filthy ancestral horror
Dragging his vile body, like in a slow agony, it comes to us, leaving behind its sticky mark of our souls the infamous killer

Traversant ce dédale de couloirs impies, nous fuyons cette ineffable vision. Nous arrivons enfin à échapper à la détestable créature, nos corps saufs, mais nos âmes meurtries

From our plane, we can see one last time the cursed city
Danforth’s crazy howls surround me, one last vision forever taking his sanity

Today I ask the world not to come back to this place of melancholia
For our salvation, no expedition should return to Antarctica
Never!