Melancholy Miskatonic points collective gaze to southern skies
Overtures to sleeping gods, dreaming underneath the frozen tides.
They hail the great old ones from shadows hiding mother nature's eye
If silent thunders crack, you learn to leave the sleeping gods to lie

Eulogies sung by the score for sailors lost unto Antarctic waves
Storms swallow hardened men gain little more than a madman's raves
They praise the great old ones from shadows cast down from beyond the night
But when the lightning strikes, you chance to leave behind the profane rites

Skies succumbed to lasting dusk, deaf ears turned to all the anguished cries
Panicked pleas to waking gods, traveling underneath the frozen tides.
To fear the great old ones, now as their wretched forms occlude the light
And when the sun burns out, regret you couldn't let sleeping gods lie

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