It's by mercy alone, that I cannot recount
The memories fade and I weaken
A glimpse of old things, vile and cruel, haunting my dreams when I doze
The Spawn of Stars, Cthulhu and kin, invoked by a cult. In their folly
They called the ones who would trample and crawl upon Earth, now their own
Then I beheld Kadath and it's cloud-hidden peak
And I beheld the Crawling Chaos beneath
They kneel 'fore the invoker
The Old Ones, awakened again
The days are a fog, the misty unreal. I wait for the night and my ruin
Of vistas strange and lands passing below the shantak I ride when I doze
I hear Atal and Nyarlathotep, and the chanting of one I would slaughter
He speaks the name, from Leng he invokes the Old Gods, the Old Ones
Then I beheld Kadath and it's cloud-hidden peak
And I beheld the Crawling Chaos beneath
They kneel 'fore the invoker
The Old Ones, awakened again
Before he raises The Goat and Her Thousand
Before he calls the ones he cannot put back, I will attack
Before The Deep Ones come rising and crawling
Before he calls the ones he cannot put back, I will attack
They kneel 'fore the invoker
The Old Ones, awakened again
The moment has come, the horror unreal. They wait at the gate, but I see them
And in my mind I will always recall the sound of the Gods as they rose
I hear him call and a horrendous reply, the chanting will bring his own slaughter
The dagger shines in the hand of the fool, and I throw my own in his heart
Then I beheld Kadath and it's cloud-hidden peak
And I beheld the Crawling Chaos beneath
Smite the invoker!
The Old Ones, awakened again
Fore the invoker
