Cryptic Conversion feat. DATURA Abandoned Lands

Alienated and abandoned
We found their bodies
Mangled and disemboweled
Some were strangled, others torn apart
The mutilated remains – a sinister omen

What the hell is happening in this forsaken place
Their camp became their grave in the frozen wasteland
From tearing claws and teeth
They met their ignoble end here
I can sense the stench and decay
Emanating from their pitiful remains

Whatever happened here?
It was horrific and repulsive
Mutilated bodies, flesh shredded
Inhuman traces
Faint imprints of an extraterrestrial presence

Anatomized remnants of an ancient monstrous being
Vanished from the makeshift lab table
Senseless and destructive activity
We must get the hell out of these cursed mountains
What dark intelligence lurked

In the depths of these ruins
Echoes of despair whispering
Through the howling winds
We are not alone, I can feel it

Something stirs in the shadows, watching and waiting
The ancient ones slumbered for eons
The horrors we uncovered will follow us
Gnawing at our souls

For once touched by the abyss
You can never truly return
The shadows loom larger
As we tread through the icy labyrinth

We must escape from this place
Before it consumes our mind and bodies
Under the shadow of the Peaks of Madness
Beware of unleashing your imagination