“Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”
(guitar solo)
I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why.
It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic.
—with its vast fossil-hunt and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice-cap—
I am the more reluctant because my warning ... may be in vain.
(guitar solo)
They had crossed the icy peaks on whose templed slopes they had once worshipped and roamed among the tree-ferns. They had found their dead city brooding under its curse, and had read its carven latter days as we had done.
They had tried to reach their living fellows in fabled depths of blackness they had never seen.
and what had they found? We looked from headless, slime-coated shapes to the loathsome palimpsest sculptures and the diabolical dot-groups of fresh slime on the wall beside them
looked and understood what must have triumphed and survived down there in the Cyclopean water-city of that nighted, penguin-fringed abyss,
whence even now a sinister curling mist had begun to belch pallidly as if in answer to Danforth’s hysterical scream.
“Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”
“Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”
“Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”
(Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!)