Unholy night, of darkness never ended! It is the night when the Old Ones arise. Old legends tell, though few have comprehended, that waking will speed man's demise.
For countless years they ruled the world around us, and when they're back they'll rule the world again Fall to your knees! Oh see the heavens crumble! Oh endless night, oh night the Old Ones rise.
Long have they lain in slumber darkly dreaming And whisp'ring secrets to man from the grave. We hear their call to patient evil scheming And gladly answer that call as their slave.
The stars will turn in bright array above us, And when they're right we'll call upon our gods! Fall to your knees! Oh hear the heavens rumble! Oh endless night, oh night the Old Ones rise.
Oh holy shit! At last Cthulhu's rising Out of that huge non-Euclidean door! I must admit, it's really quite surprising And I've never been terrified more!
Now madness strikes, mere words cannot describe him. This eldritch god, this titan spawn of stars! Fall to your knees! A mountain walked or stumbled! Oh endless night, oh night the Old Ones rise.