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Hail great old ones and outer gods
The pantheon of malice
Your pseudopods and tentacles
Will make this world your palace
You are not dead, yet not alive
And any day, you might arrive
Hail great old ones and outer gods
The pantheon of malice
Foul Yog-Sothoth, foul Yog-Sothoth
The source of all our fears
Both gate and key, a conjuring
Of iridescent spheres
Beyond the reach of time and space
You can appear from any place
Foul Yog-Sothoth, foul Yog-Sothoth
The source of all our fears
Hail Azathoth, hail Azathoth
The puce destructive urge
Hail Azathoth the idiot
The mindless bubbling scourge
Your formless might awakens fright
Our scream will echo in the night
Hail Azathoth the idiot
The mindless bubbling scourge
Tsathoggua, Tsathoggua
The black abomination
The eldest of the great old ones
Shall bring us all damnation
The formless spawn obey his wrath
Destroying humans in their path
Tsathoggua, Tsathoggua
Shall bring us all damnation