He ruled this Earth many aeons ago
The old dweller arisen from a distant star
His majesty now asleep by a cosmic curse
Deeply concealed in the oceans of South
Decadent servants keep his cult alive
The prophecies they’re ordered to adore
Ancient symbols carved in altars of stone
“To raise the sunken city is needed more blood!”
Offerings to the Great Master!
Through grey dreams he commands his spawn
Claiming sacrifices for the wicked rites
To wake up, when the stars are aligned
The greatest evil in tentacles form
As the cultists invoke the Great Old One
Victims shout into despair
He who sleeps will be summoned from R’lyeh
To spread the chaos on Earth once again