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SPIRIT OF THE ELDER ONES, FALLEN YET STILL MIGHTY GODS
I INVOKE THY NAMELESS RACE, SPAWNING ON THE PLANET’S FACE
WAKE FROM SLEEP, WALK AGAIN, STRANGER AEONS DEATH REMAINS
NOT DEAD WHICH ETERNAL LIE, STARS OF POISON DRAWING NIGH

Hails to thee, great winged beast. Dining here, on earth He creeps
Insanity, the will to please, shadows fallen, madness feats
Walking again, insane the brain, cloud them all in toxic rains
Ia Cthulhu, never the same, mortals dare not to speak the name
Third gate opened, the tomb inside, the Great One sleeps, turns not an eye

And the spawns of the Great
Like locust they prey
Berating the fates
Of those in the way
Shadows the sun
Pitch black death
Beginning of aeons
Life stands bereft

Our Lord and Master, thy will be done
Broken the moon, covet the sun
R’lyeh has sunk beneath the sea
Dreams from depths, forsaken is thee

Forsaken to be free for the next eternity

The alignment of the stars – dissolves
The city rises above the seas
Man’s search for the will to be
Cut short by the forsaken prophesies

FROM GREAT DEAD SLUMBER, HE CALLS IN DREAMS
SUMMONING THE CULT, IMPRISONED BY THE GATES OF SLEEP
THE GREAT DOOR OPENS, THE BEAST IS SET FREE
WRETCHED HIS FORM, LOOK INTO THE FACE OF HIS INSANITY

WE’RE CAST INTO OBLIVION UNTIL THE NEXT ETERNITY