From far above they came here Through endless time To reign in the world we live in And to create the life.
Perfect Ones – they lived here before us, Time has passed. The Old Ones – theirs end is here, Killed by theirs slaves.
Fear and death, Rising of Shoggoths. They made this life Which killed them.
But nothing is eternal, The strongest some day dies. The lords of this world Were destroyed by the Shoggoth's arise.
Perfect Ones – they lived here…
They awoke from the dream they are scared: Hostile creatures are everywere. They will fight for their life through the fear. But they are in their declining years.
(solo - Мелентьев)
The city's dead – lost in the ice, Ruins of past. The great power of The Old Ones Turned to dust.