Supernatural Horror in Literature by Famlende Forsk Lyrics
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear
And the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown
These facts, few psychologists would dispute
And their admitted truth must establish for all time
The genuineness and dignity
Of the weirdly horrible tale as a literary form
Against it are discharged all the shafts of a materialistic sophistication
Which clings to frequently felt emotions and external events
And of a naïvely insipid idealism
Which depricates the aesthetic motive
And calls for a didactic literature to uplift the reader
Towards a suitable degree of smirking optimism
But in spite of all this opposition
The weird tale has survived
Developed and attained remarkable heights of perfection
Founded as it is on a profound elementary principle
Whose appeal, if not always universal
Must necessarily be poignant and permanent
The minds of the requisite sensitiveness
Children will always be afraid of the dark
And men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse
Will always tremble at the thought of the hidden
And fathomless worlds of strange life
Which pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars
Or press hideously upon our own globe
In unholy dimensions
Which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse
And the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown
These facts, few psychologists would dispute
And their admitted truth must establish for all time
The genuineness and dignity
Of the weirdly horrible tale as a literary form
Against it are discharged all the shafts of a materialistic sophistication
Which clings to frequently felt emotions and external events
And of a naïvely insipid idealism
Which depricates the aesthetic motive
And calls for a didactic literature to uplift the reader
Towards a suitable degree of smirking optimism
But in spite of all this opposition
The weird tale has survived
Developed and attained remarkable heights of perfection
Founded as it is on a profound elementary principle
Whose appeal, if not always universal
Must necessarily be poignant and permanent
The minds of the requisite sensitiveness
Children will always be afraid of the dark
And men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse
Will always tremble at the thought of the hidden
And fathomless worlds of strange life
Which pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars
Or press hideously upon our own globe
In unholy dimensions
Which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse