The Messenger (feat. Rob Lundgren) by Wicked Caravan

The Messenger

The thing, he said, would come in the night at three
From the old churchyard on the hill below;
But crouching by an oak fire's wholesome glow,
I tried to tell myself it could not be.

Surely, I mused, it was pleasantry
Devised by one who did not truly know
The Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago,
That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free.

Then at the door that cautious rattling came -
And the mad truth devoured me like a flame!

He had not meant it - no - but still I lit
Another lamp as starry Leo climbed
Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed
Three - and the firelight faded, bit by bit.

Then at the door that cautious rattling came -
And the mad truth devoured me like a flame!

By Howard Phillips Lovecraft (1890-1937)

Single cover by Joseph Wright of Derby (1734-1797) – The Old Man and Death (1774)

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