In the city where the people dwell Winds from out at sea sweep in a horrid smell It's been a million years since they have smelled it last They cannot realize the danger creeping fast
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In asylums restless patients scream Visions of Cthulhu every night they dream They see the signs of chaos beyond the wall of sleep Their minds contain a knowledge that our own refuse to keep
In the mountains where the Mi-go mine People disappear from time to time If I told you why you might go insane But it has something to do with cannisters for your brain
At the center of the universe Writhes a loathesome god-thing that couldn't be much worse Larvae pipe and dance about the bubbling froth Orbiting the Outer God that is AzathothTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
