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My viral mash up of H.P Lovecraft's Nemesis and Billy Joel's Piano Man. Featured in Nerdist, Polygon, AV Club and Mashable. #billyjoel #hplovecraft #cthulhu • - - - - - - - - - • 🔔 Subscribe enable all notifications 🔔 • Acoustic Covers: • My Covers • Original Music Videos: • Music Videos • - - - - - - - - - • Patreon - / julianvelard • Twitch - / julianvelard • Discord - / discord • Bandcamp - http://julianvelard.bandcamp.com/ • Newsletter - https://julianvelard.com/newsletter • Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/artist/1g3Mv... • Follow me: • / julianvelard • / julianvelard • https://julianvelard.com • - - - - - - - - - • Engineered, Mixed Mastered by Julian Velard • Lyrics: • Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, • Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night, • I have liv’d o’er my lives without number, • I have sounded all things with my sight; • And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright. • I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning, • When the sky was a vaporous flame: • I have seen the dark universe yawning, • Where the black planets roll without aim; • Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name. • I had drifted o’er seas without ending, • Under sinister grey-clouded skies • That the many-fork’d lightning is rending, • That resound with hysterical cries; • With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise. • I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches • Of the hoary primoridal grove, • Where the oaks feel the presence that marches • And stalks on where no spirit dares rove; • I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains • That rise barren and bleak from the plain, • I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains • That ooze down to the marsh and the main; • And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again. • I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace, • I have trod its untenanted hall, • Where the moon writhing up from the valleys • Shews the tapestried things on the wall; • Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall. • I have peer’d from the casement in wonder • At the mouldering meadows around, • At the many-roof’d village laid under • The curse of a grave-girdled ground; • I have haunted the tombs of the ages, • I have flown on the pinions of fear • Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages, • Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear: • And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer. • I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted • The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile; • I was old in those epochs uncounted • When I, and I only, was vile; • Oh, great was the sin of my spirit, • And great is the reach of its doom; • Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it, • Nor can respite be found in the tomb: • Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom. • Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, • Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night, • I have liv’d o’er my lives without number, • I have sounded all things with my sight; • And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

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