The meteor came down,
Over Arkham way
And they call it
the blasted heath
To this very day.
It hangs on every face
The Colour out of s***e.
Sent some quacks
from Miskatonic
To have a look around
And when they saw
the horror
They buried
what they found.
It hangs on every face
The Colour out of s***e.
Over Arkham way
And they call it
the blasted heath
To this very day.
It hangs on every face
The Colour out of s***e.
Sent some quacks
from Miskatonic
To have a look around
And when they saw
the horror
They buried
what they found.
It hangs on every face
The Colour out of s***e.