"My words are doomed to be distrusted by the scientific community,
Yet the attempt to recount our dreadful discoveries must be done."
September 1930
An expedition of 24 men set sail
To the uncharted mountains in the Antarctic sea.
Hear the piping, Led by the wind,
Hymn from a frozen past, for the heart to praise.
In pages drenched in blood, foreseen and portrayed
By the man who All Has Read.
Knowledge unrestrained, in search of the Unknown,
Through forbidden pleadings chiseled in stone.
Their stillness... Deceiver!
Under the ice they dreamt for aeons,
To rise before my eyes.
Distress, perennial companion.
To unveil the tragedy we ventured forth.
In terror then we gazed upon,
Remnants of an elder city
Spreading, as far as the eye can see.
From stars they came and settled
Under the sea and by mistake
Our ancestors came to life.
Old Ones, did you feed upon our flesh?
Were you killed by your slaves?
"The origin of earth life should undergo a renewed investigation;
Man was never meant to be the master of this planet. Shall we survive the unconceivable visions which led us To run away from the Mountains of Madness. let it be known that certain dark corners of the Earth must be left Undiscovered so as not to awaken surviving nightmares."