Angkor Warrior - Dan Dan Cambodia

[Instrumental] [17 October: 1893] Such grim musings as have been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem To suggest a possible link to the fate of my learned friend and colleague Doctor Ignatius Stone. That brilliant researcher was last seen in command Of all his faculties whilst on an expedition to the ruins of the Sumerian City of Ur, an undertaking which preceded my own work there by some eighteen Months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist who also dabbled, perhaps unwisely, In certain areas of the occult, particularly involving the various Grotesqueries once worshipped as Cthonic deities by the ancient denizens of Ur. Mere days before he ventured into the ziggurats of that foreboding, Mystery-haunted site, he had dispatched a letter to me claiming that he was On the verge of a truly staggering arcane discovery at Ur which would Simultaneously prove the cyclical nature of human civilisation as well as Immediately render redundant all previous theories on the origin of man. Whatever misfortune befell him within those aeons-old tombs robbed him Irrevocably of his sanity, for when his attendants finally managed to prise Open the stone door of the vast central catacomb, which had, I'm told, Inexplicably shut fast behind his three-man torch-bearing party, they found Two of the regularly stalwart men had seemingly expired of pure fright, While Stone was slumped against the north wall, staring vacantly into the Gloom, gibbering about visitations by beings so terrible that the very Contemplation of their existence would sunder a man's tenuous hold on the Reins of sanity. When I later visited him at the sanatorium in England, I found him to be a Tragic shell of the man I once knew, a man beset by imagined terrors and Ever wary of the immemorial horrors which he claimed lurked at the periphery Of humanity's perceptions. Indeed, I was glad I had taken a journal into Which I could transcribe his delusional rants, for he had a great deal to Tell me about The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur:

Cambodia! Cambodia! Well he was in Thailand based. She was an airforce wife. He used to fly weekends, It was the easy life. But then it turned around, And he began to change. She didn't wonder then, She didn't think it strange. But then he got a call, He had to leave that night. He couldn't say too much, But it would be alright. He didn't need to pack, They'd meet the next night. He had a job to do, Flying to Cambodia. Cambodia! Flying to Cambodia. Cambodia! And as the nights passed by, She tried to trace the past. The way he used to look, The way he used to laugh. I guess she'll never know, What got inside his soul. She couldn't make it out, Just couldn't take it all. He had the saddest eyes The girl had ever seen. He used to cry some nights, As though he lived a dream. And as she held him close, He used to search her face. As though she knew the truth, Lost inside Cambodia. Cambodia! Lost inside Cambodia. Cambodia! Cambodia! Cambodia! But then a call came through, They said he'd soon be home. She had to pack a case And they would make a rendez-vous. But now the year has passed And not a single word and All the love she knew has Disappeared out in the haze. Cambodia - don't cry now! Cambodia- no tears now! Cambodia - don't cry now! Cambodia- no tears now! Cambodia - don't cry now! Cambodia- no tears now! Cambodia - don't cry... Flying to Cambodia. Cambodia! Flying to Cambodia. Cambodia! Cambodia! Cambodia! Cambodia! Cambodia! Cambodia! Cambodia! Cambodia! Cambodia! And now the years have passed With not a single word But there is only one thing left I know for sure She won't see his face Again.