The Order Of Dagon

Welcome to the home of the blackest hell

A decrepit old town with a rotten smell

The fish always bite but the rain won't cease

Just make the sacrifice and stay away from Devil Reef

The people are possessed by a blight obscene

As time passes by they speak by only gurgling

When the gills have grown and it's time to move on

Return to Mother Hydra and the Father Dagon

Secrecy, loyalty, breeding insanity

Loathsome, unwholesome, proliferate the Innsmouth Look

The unblinking eyes and their roughly skinned necks

Now cause my skin to crawl and my mind to be vexed

The only sanity comes from the drunkard of the town

He tells me of dark rituals and citizens' crown

Later on that evening as I try to fall asleep

I am petrified to realize someone's after me

Busting through the doors, jumping to the streets below

Descend into unknown horror none should ever know

The Order of Dagon, Innsmouth's blasphemy

Perverted grace, follow the deep ones

Greyish green color, their stomachs, the palest white

Staring, emotionless faces, unflinching eyes

Croaking and moaning their voices, so horrible

Hateful, this vision, these creatures deplorable

Ghoulish, unnerving, this evil without restraint

Torment, of terror, my senses begin to fade

The Order of Dagon, Innsmouth's monstrosities

Abhorrent grace, return to the sea

As I awaken nearly at the end of night

There is no one else around but that doesn't ease my fright

The cobblestone streets are decaying like the air

I'm finally escaping from depravity's lair

Authority won't realize what I've said is true

Locking me away forever, if they only knew

Alone I wait in asylum, madness taking hold

I can find my last salvation hanging from a rope

Atrocious, odius, malignant absurdity

Lunacy, lucidity, I see the Deep Ones in my dreams