Ominous beings created by the elders, Crawling through your nightmares, Carving human meat. Formless monsters made of protoplasma, You're the meal they'll get to eat.
Locked inside the cold glacier, In the ancient arctic lands, Waiting for their time to come, There is so much more to fear.
Hipnotizing minds of people, Driving everyone insane, Beasts so vile, so gross, so evil, You will die in shocking pain.
Monsters from the outer space, From unknown dimensions. Sleeping somewhere in the ocean Waiting for ascension.
Somewhere in the midst of the ocean, Sleeping terror, waiting for a sign. They will rise to serve The Great Mighty God, the Elder One!
"It was a terrible, indescribable thing Vaster than any subway train —a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, Faintly self-luminous, and with myriads Of temporary eyes forming and Un-forming as pustules of greenish light all Over the tunnel-filling front That bore down upon us, Crushing the frantic penguins And slithering over the glistening Floor that it and its kind Had swept so evilly free of all litter."
—H. P. Lovecraft, At the Mountains of MadnessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
