necronomicon

a thousand nightmares and still on they sleep
frozen by terror in the horrid dream
there can be nothing but a silent scream
as every spirit sinks further in deep
caverns of slumber where no one may keep
firmhold of things that are as well as seem
in those dark spaces there's not happy beam
of light to banish the foul beings that creep
now there's not much that human flesh may bear
without the madness overcoming hope
but still we have no choice and little light
a myriad chitterings are coming near
we're at the bottom of an endless slope
nothing remains but endless dark of night