Ph'nglui mglw'nath Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn Dreaming, undead The Lord who lies in waters Alien entity Gifted with telepathy Revelations through dreams Plotting for vengeance underneath Transformation Beyond recognition Annihilation Spawn's invasion Sending visions to the chosen Communicating with the anointed His voice from the sea Saith unto me: When the Stars Are Right When the Stars Are Right Occultation Locked up for generations He calls up mortals to build his cult He will reclaim his old domain We will relish in blood once again Cruel master The world will fester Exist to serve The will of the Lord You should be delighted to take part In setting this world alight His voice from the sea Calls relentlessly: When the Stars Are Right Terror, death and plight will rule the earth... [Snippets from The Call of Cthulhu story] The cult which have never died. This was that cult. That cult would never die until the stars came right again. Hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world. Until the time when the great priest Cthulhu From his dark house in the mighty city of R'lyeh under the waters should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway. Someday he would call when the stars where ready and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him Cthulhu, priest of the ancients We wait for the Stars to align For you, o ungodly monstrosity To bless humankind with insanity The secret priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth. The time would be easy to know for then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones free and wild and beyond good and evil. With laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and reveling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom. In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming Supreme elder devil. Who lived ages before there where any men. Came to the young world out of the sky. Hereditary rituals. Nameless rites and human sacrifices. Deliberate bloodthirstiness and repulsiveness. Animal fury and orgiastic licence. from horribly ancient aeons before ever the world was made. Infinities of chaos Build a shrine and wait for His sign The time is near His words, I hear The curse will be lifted Reality will be shifted His voice from the sea Saith unto me: When the Stars Are Right When the Stars Are Right

[Lyrics inspired by The Wanderings of Alhazred by Donald Tyson] Thrown into the desert, and left therein to rot Disfigured and defeated, He gave up on hope He adopted to the wild, and lived like a ghoul With vengeance in his heart, He chased all things arcane Alhazred... Roamed The ruins of old Seeking... Truths untold Wicked... Malignant He obeyed the horrors he evoked He avenged himself but could not heal his wounds He devoted all his life to forbidden sorcery He knew of the ancients and learned their secret signs He revealed their hidden ways in a cursed tome The Arabian Necromancer

The Yithians broke the physical chains, and sent their minds elsewhere... From the confines of their doomed world, They changed their destiny Before the times of humans, They achieved supremacy on the earth With their vast knowledge, They conquered time and space Their chapter of life on this world remains unknown except for a few secret cults in contact with those ancient beings from beyond Their godlike wisdom is reserved to the most dedicated They swap their minds only with those they deem to be worthy Projection of minds To different times Masters from Yith Who ruled the earth [Snippets from The Shadow out of Time story] Mankind is only one—perhaps the least— of the highly evolved and dominant races of this planet’s long and largely unknown career. The greatest race of all; because it alone had conquered the secret of time. It had learned all things that ever were known or ever would be known on the earth through the power of its keener minds to project themselves into the past and future even through gulfs of millions of years, and study the lore of every age. Knowledge secured through a kind of mind-casting outside the recognized senses Defeated by the blind ones, Their rule was no more... Escaped into future, Swapped their minds with those who will inherit our world Some still come back to this cursed time(line) to swap minds with worth humans From that aeon-distant world, there remained only parts of the text of the frightful Pnakotic Manuscripts. The chance joining of memories had at rare times brought hints of the forbidden past to future ages There probably never was a time when groups or cults did not secretly cherish certain of these hints In the Necronomicon the presence of such a cult among human beings was suggested Some still come back to this cursed time(line) to swap minds with worthy humans A cult that sometimes gave aid to minds voyaging down the aeons from the days of the Great Race. Things of inconceivable shape, had reared towers to the sky and delved into every secret of Nature From the accomplishments of this race arose all legends of prophets, including those in human mythology. A mind would project itself forward in time, entering the organism’s brain and setting up therein its own vibrations Learning as quickly as possible all that could be learned of the chosen age Meanwhile the displaced mind, thrown back to the displacer’s age and body, would be drained of all its knowledge by trained questioners. Their goal is to amass knowledge (and) to explore what is still hidden... Pnakotic masters... Fill our vessels with your presence Unveil what is hidden from us... Answer our pleas... Bless us with your wisdom... Pnakotic masters... Fill our vessels ...