The Expedition

Professor Warner O’Neill:
I have decided to record what will surely be the last hours of my life. I am the sole survivor of the expedition. So far I have been able to find some safety in this chamber, but I know the barred door won’t last much longer.

The creature loomed before us
Resplendent in wickedness
But invisible to our senses
We grasped at nothingness

I am no longer sure of what day it is or how long I have been trapped here. I hold no hope for rescue. My only hope is that the information in this recording may help the next expedition stop this terror that has killed us all.

Ghosts of the Expedition:
Frozen and timeless
Encysted, dormant, dessicated
Drawn to the heat
Of the life-glow and death exhausted
Friction, then impact
Awakened by the penetration
Mindless, but omnipotent
Driven by the only truth

Professor Warner O’Neill:
Light bends around this dripping sphere
I feel it penetrate into my deepest fear
It is invisible but its breathing I can hear
I can feel its tongue rasping at my inner ear
Mighty tentacles wrap ‘round my neck
It tries to take me in, but I must not let it
How do we fight what cannot even see?
How do we fight when we can’t even breathe?

Bastard
Creature
Spawned of chaos old

The Invisible Hunter:
When it’s all done, you’ll be a part of me
Circulating systemically
Horror unfolds in the silent cold
I’ll never release my hold

Professor Warner O’Neill:
The creature loomed before us
Resplendent in wickedness
But invisible to our senses
We grasped at nothingness

It drank deeply of our essence
Showing itself in a crimson plume
Prolonging the exquisite agony
Showing us the future as it consumed

The creature proved invulnerable to our weapons. All attempts to destroy the thing were fruitless. It drove us deeper into the catacombs and then picked us off one by one. It is almost completely invisible until it feeds.

Ghosts of the Expedition:
Searching the airless wastes
Its thirst grew on through the eons
Now its lust is only matched
By the numbers of screaming fluid sacks
Oblivious to the haunting threat
Defenseless against attack
Picked off one by one
Embraced by the starborn horror

Professor Warner O’Neill:
Alien mind with earthly intent
Tissue and plasma and intellect
Your mind and body it will both infect
You’re the nutrient it has come to collect
As it feeds, its form comes to light
Gelatinous veins and brains shining bright
Your flesh is infested, your mind is bested
Defenses tested, nothing is wasted

Bastard
Creature
Spawned of chaos old

The Invisible Hunter:
When it’s all done, you’ll be a part of me
Circulating systemically
Horror unfolds in the silent cold
I’ll never release my hold

Professor Warner O’Neill:
The creature loomed before us
Resplendent in wickedness
But invisible to our senses
We grasped at nothingness

It drank deeply of our essence
Showing itself in a crimson plume
Prolonging the exquisite agony
Showing us the future as it consumed

It has been steadily exerting force on the door. The ancient timbers are beginning to splinter. Whoever finds this, I implore you, the catacombs must be sealed shut. I fear that the energy the beast has consumed are for reproductive purposes.

The Invisible Hunter:
I will not go
Back to the cold

I will not go
Back to the cold

Professor Warner O’Neill:
The creature loomed before us
Resplendent in wickedness
But invisible to our senses
We grasped at nothingness

It drank deeply of our essence
Showing itself in a crimson plume
Prolonging the exquisite agony
Showing us the future as it consumed

The Invisible Hunter:
I will not go
Back to the cold

I will not go
Back to the fucking cold