In the city where the people dwell
Winds from out at sea sweep in a horrid smell
It’s been a million years since they have smelled it last
They cannot realize the danger creeping fast


In asylums restless patients scream
Visions of Cthulhu every night they dream
They see the signs of chaos beyond the wall of sleep
Their minds contain a knowledge that our own refuse to keep

In the mountains where the Mi-go mine
People disappear from time to time
If I told you why you might go insane
But it has something to do with cannisters for your brain

At the center of the universe
Writhes a loathesome god-thing that couldn’t be much worse
Larvae pipe and dance about the bubbling froth
Orbiting the Outer God that is Azathoth