I'm dreaming of a dead city

Some old press clippings, my uncle's notes, a bas-relief made out of clay.

The horrors that these convey have given me much dismay.

I think I'm starting to go insane.

Strange nightmare images haunt my brain.

I'm dreaming of a dead city

Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night.

Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping

Until the time they are right.

I'm dreaming of a dead city

With angles Euclid wouldn't know,

That was build strange eons ago, and will soon come up from down below.

I'm dreaming of a dead city

Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night.

Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping

Until the time they are right.

I'm dreaming of a dark future

Ruled by the Three-Lobed Burning Eye;

When the Old Ones' coming in night, and you find that even death itself may die.