In his house at R'Lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming

 Fog rises from the blackest of depths
 Filled with dreams of Leviathan's caves
 and all that lies therein
 Fragments spread throughout the world of man
 So he will never forget what has been

 The cliff's edge is the end of the earth
 listen to the songs of the sea

 Is it possible to climb to the top of the world,
 can one's mind accept what dwells atop?
 Remnants from a time since long lost

 Abominations of the abyss
 Calling forth the holocaust

 The rift in what we call reality will grow
 until there's no more room for us, mankind

 Hear the songs of the ancient gods
 Lurkers in the dark
 Invocations of the elders, Ia Cthulhu!

 That which is not dead just sleeps
 Dreaming in the depths
 Sunken cities since long gone but not to be
 Forever buried!

 That is not dead which can eternal lie
 Yet with strange aeons even death may die!