by Riven Waker In dearest depths of cthonic sleepwalk slumber We the neverborn await time's end The summoning
O Great Cthulhu In the name Of Yog-Sothoth I call you I require Your malign Might To lay waste To the lands And the walking Masks Of the one God For though your Purpose is shrouded Like the mind of a million Venomous And vengeful nightgaunts I offer this soul in sacrifice Worthless though it may be to you Ungodly shadows climb the throne As fuliginous serpents whence skulls intone Father of All Hells summon now the beast Receive your queen of the frigid east At the winter's feast
