The Great Old Ones

By the words of the Mad Arab Alhazred

From the nameless city & keeper of the keys

Behold my findings from behind 9 doors

Rushing devils now invoke my dreams

Dark univers I hear ye yawning

Black as the Witches' Cauldrons are

Old Minds more intelligent than Miskatonics

Here I seek you and dare to travel far

Gathered now the black brotherhood be

Under stars aligned in Trapezohedron form

Bas-relief readings from the idol stone

conducting rituals; Cthulhu be reborn!

Before hell-wind & titan-blue

Aeon-shadowed Walpurgisnacht

Rise from Yith-infested Seas

Psychic-tentacle mind rot

Cthulhu, Azathoth

Nyarlathotep, Shub-Niggurath

Father Dragon, Dagon

Mother Hydra, Yog-Sothoth

Borne on the wings of night

Are those out beyond space

From dim eras & dark stars

Entering here through the spirit gate

Black-winged ones travel through sky

Cephalopods of cryptic lore

Stretching beyond Arkham minds

Cthonian prophecy shadows forth

Electricity from below

smoke-wreathed world of dream

Violet lamp-starred twilight

Nothing here is what it seems

I see the tower in the dark

A shadow that is out of time

Lightning strike from cloudless skies

In their name dark star Yuggoth shine