this land is blighted, something evil lives in the very soil
our crops are blackened and sour, our animals are born wrong, the meat tastes strange and we see visions in our sleep
sometimes, in the dead of night, i wake up, hearing their calls
the kins, they thirst across the sea of time for our souls
-H.P Lovecraft, The Komaeda Out of Space
our crops are blackened and sour, our animals are born wrong, the meat tastes strange and we see visions in our sleep
sometimes, in the dead of night, i wake up, hearing their calls
the kins, they thirst across the sea of time for our souls
-H.P Lovecraft, The Komaeda Out of Space