Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
"In the wind! In the walls! In the young bride's grave!"
"In the seams of the scenes on the television screen.
In the silence in the air after a church bell's ring,
Hangs a shudder of a whisper of a presence unseen.
The echo of the terror of The Yellow King!"
He travels in dreams - In poisonous screams
A plague on mankind. A plague on mankind
The fall of man. Death in the Fall
The man in the mirror is no man at all
See Hali's clear scrying face round which acolytes assemble
Tremble when as one they bellow: "Behold, the King in Yellow"