Great Cthulhu

Ever the Warrior God

Of All the Old Ones

He is the Most Terrible

For it is His Delight

To Slay and Lay Waste to Everything

That Lies Beneath His Taloned Feet

And the Very Lust to Conquer

What was once Free

Drives Him Onward across the Heavens and through the Spheres


It was He and his Spawn

That defeated the Elder Things

Who Had long Possessed Sovereingty of his World

Before He descended on his Gray and Leathern Wings

Through the Upper Gate Opened by YogSothoth


On the walls of Lost Cities

And in the Carvings of Madmen

Who have glimpsed him in their Dreams

Is his Image Delineated


Within a Tomb Protected by Great Seals

He Lays in death

Under the Weigh of The Dark Waters of the Deep

Yet he Dreams Still

And In His Dreams Continues to Rule This World

For his Thoughts Master the wills of Lesser Creatures


Solo Dallas


When the Stars in their Endless Turnings

Assume the Angles of the Same rays they shed down in the Primordial Dawn of the World

Then Does R'lyeh Rise upward so the House of Cthulhu

Emerges from under His Watery Prison

The Mind of the Gods Waxes Strong

And he sends forth his will To Those Men who are Open to his influence

The Command to release the Seals that Bind his Tomb


Solo Karl


Always the Stars

Never remain in alignment Long enough

For the Enslaved Men to reach Distant R'lyeh

Before R'lyeh Sinks once once more under the Sea Severing the Bond

Between the Will of Cthulhu

And the Flesh of those he has Enthralled

Leaving them to Wail in Confusion and Despair upon the Bosom of the Vacant Sea


Solo Karl