At the Mountains of Madness

In search of knowledge, into the frozen south Through ancient ruins, and over mountains They uncovered things older than the moon And of the ones found, not all were dead The beings found too advanced for their age They awoke and slaughtered many in such a short time Such powerful evil trapped there under the ice Unearthed by power hungry fools to their demise Were they the masters, or they the slaves Taking any form, becoming any horror Were they the servants of the elder god Cthulhu Or are they the ancients, the masters themselves The monsters uncovered were not alone after all To gaze upon the face of the unnamed horror will drive you insane