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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.