How do I even begin to explain this nebulous form of an idea of what I know Even my mind is struggling to stay sane With the knowledge of an entity that lurks below
A nightmarish figurine in my hands Resembling something that is out of this world With a call to those susceptible to hear it It's waiting for aeons in deathlike slumber
Dreaming far below Some shall hear its call Cults will form and grow
Madness from the sea Sleeper of R'lyeh When the stars are right The Great Dreamer wakes
A great cyclopean city out at sea A titanic grave of non-euclidian structure A place of impossible geometry A rotting hellscape unseen beneath the waves
Dreaming far below Some shall hear its call Cults will form and grow
Madness from the sea Sleeper of R'lyeh When the stars are right The Great Dreamer wakes
The mere sight of his outline breaks the mind He has awoken from his sunken mausoleum Now he walks again to rule mankind Such a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom
In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreamingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
