The strangest rumblings, underground That old crow Titus, he knows the sound Three thousand miles, across the sea Something stirring, the legions deep!
Cthulhu rises from his grave The Lord of R'lyeh lives again That not dead, eternal lie And with strange eons, even death may die!
Once saw the horror, made from clay And cherished madness, ´til this dark day Now after a million, sleeping years We all shall realise, our deepest fears
A shape immortal, a dreaming god Tentacled horror, raise pseudopod And ive the hail, dark rage unfurled Servants of Chaos - to take the worlds!
A sunken city beneath the waves A hungry horror - destruction craves A Strange dimension, an outer dark Ye gods of evil, this power hark
Upon the surface, Cthulhu rise And once acknowledged, the fear dies Through Arkham madness, and lunacy In gibbous frenzy - we are free!