Back from the Plateau Of Leng 
To extinguish once again the laughter of the sane 
Breeding, morbid monsters procreate 
No overtures of faith will forestall what awaits 
They've heard your remarks mocking those who fear the dark 
But though you fein disdain, your tone betrays a question mark 
Strange & frightful forms seek to be known 
Dark things beyond the ken of men 
Trust me, we're not alone! 
As I write these words I feel their presence more & more, I sense their shadows gather at my door 
Death means naught to those who sought & paid the price to learn 
And gained unholy knowledge in return 
Lead: "The Unreliable Narrator" by Bruss 
Haunted, I pray to see the dawn 
Encroaching madness seems foregone 
This tale I tried to tell will now be my farewell 
I leave you nothing but this song 
Two coins to pay Charon...