of the Phillips-Ervin Museum, London England. Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied by an ornate bronze key of unknown origin.
dream? I dare not speculate. The vision was mine, the soul too... but the time, the place, the very flesh, all this and more was unknown to me. I stood
price, and now their dominion has fallen beyond time and shadow. Look now, to the interior world... [The Explorer:] Ah yes, the ancient map (its true origin unknown
We spent most of our days adrift on the water That's how I know my way around And it's hard to be free Freedom is just me And the waves on the terrible
energy came right to upset me Like a never ending fall down the consciously unknown That starts and finishes with you It shivers all over my skin She?s my terrible
illegal for the feeble to see beyond that Upon that, cyanide gases, sentinel dent through ya ventricle with nine axes Time lapses, we on with, brutal and terrible
, up into the tower of Hell With a rope in my hand, I'm searching for the unknown land FATHER OF THE UNIVERSE, here I come.. THIS PLACE IS TERRIBLE
this morning By a sleeper cell of rogue terrorists firing a Stinger Missile The Pilot and all passengers are unaccounted for The President's whereabouts are presently unknown
treasure Is it time to choose ...yes, it is... We plunging in madness In the depths of madness Into the light in the end Of this terrible journey Guided
night, Whilst unknown horrors plagued my dreams Of dreary temples of old, I beheld a distant wall strewn with arcane glyphs That spoke of a terrible invocation
year, after the release of Black Seeds of Vengeance, I received e-mails containing the text of a work whose origins had until then been completely unknown
knock) their souls something's hopelessly gone! Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead, drowned in the stream While we was having a bath, "A terrible
from a deep sleep awakes Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda [Free me oh Lord from the death, in the terrible day of it] It's December
life that exists upon land Bringers of genocide arrive with the blood red tide Primal occult driven plague they herald the end Armored with terrible purpose
Fear the most terrible end for your sanity You chose the way You lost Now that your destiny is given to the unknown Fear the most terrible end for your
to destruction Sickening heart that hardened amongst failures of a wasted lifetime Disenchanted obligation to destroy and crush our illusion of safety Unknown
walls. No living thing, the wild doves gone And the king of Asine, whom we've been Trying to find for two years now, Unknown, forgotten by all, even
[Lyrics by Frank Krynojewski] The terrible noise of machine-gun fire Destroys the arctic silence A new generation of high-tech assassins Follows the