He ruled this Earth many aeons ago The old dweller arisen from a distant star His majesty now asleep by a cosmic curse Deeply concealed in the oceans of South
Decadent servants keep his cult alive The prophecies they’re ordered to adore Ancient symbols carved in altars of stone “To raise the sunken city is needed more blood!”
Offerings to the Great Master!
Through grey dreams he commands his spawn Claiming sacrifices for the wicked rites To wake up, when the stars are aligned The greatest evil in tentacles form
As the cultists invoke the Great Old One Victims shout into despair He who sleeps will be summoned from R’lyeh To spread the chaos on Earth once again
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