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And the darkness sneaks into the light,

turn it into shreds of dust.

The piercing gaze of the red moon,

stab the future of all time.

Graves are no longer sealed,

slimy worms and creatures crawl.

The stench of decayed flesh awakens the prodigal son,

Mother Hydra, Father Dagon, I have returned.

In the times before time,

even before the elements were born,

the Ancient Ones arrived,

from the deepest depths.

And thy throne became an empire,

before thy fall into an eternal sleep.

From the depths the flame is rising,

the great awakening and life dies.

That is not dead which can eternal lie,

and with strange aeons even death may die.

In icecold winds with the smell of death,

the old power returns to the rightful ones.

Storms arise and the continents crumbling,

proclaim the great awakening.

Greatest of the great, oldest oft he old,

I call death - I summon you!

Like laments and last prayers,

bells are ringing in the distance,

but what was never meant to be, shall no longer exist.

As above, so below….. R'lyeh rise again!

Thou, who never lived,

take back thy rightful throne!

Ea Ea Cthulu Ea

I call death - I summon you

Ea Ea Cthulu Ea