Текст песни Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт - Кошки

Piles of stone and blocks of broken -
Here is the Babylonian pride;
And poisonous mold on plates
Deadly flames along the roads.

Dirty beds bridges blocked
Web thread tied chimer;
Stormy stream of decomposed rot
Pour from chaos sticky caves.

Shine and decay, suffering and screams,
Shrouded, madness draws circles,
Crowds of praying strange and wild
Various smell of brain fog.

Skinny cats come down in hordes
In the dark alleys at the light of the moon;
Hellish grimace cry their muzzles
And howls are heard everywhere.

Streets in the thickets of wild nettle,
Bang mice are in them;
As a retreating enemy silent
Rusty railway bridge chains.

The towers bent from the lunar light,
Pits are flooded with swamp water;
The wind will conquer, and instead of an answer -
Devil's cats piercing howl.