Yog-sothot!

The world stood still for a while

And the Miskatonic's closing in on the hills

They tried to do their best to prevent

Now hear the shrieks of the whippoorwills

Candlemass didn't pass unnoticed

A mother gave birth to a fatherless child

The giant boy had started his quest one day

Only to be stopped by a group of aged men

Inside the farmhouse, no-one knew what happened

The smell of expiration was all around

And the young child with unseen wisdom

Spoke of those that we don't speak of

"Yog-Sothot knows the gate!

Yog-Sothot is the gate!

Yog-Sothot is the key and guardian of the gate!

Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothot!

He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old

And where they shall break through again

They walk unseen and foul in lonely places

Where the words have been spoken, and the Rites howled through at their seasons."

This little priest, though great in appearance

Half-human as he was, the last shrieks of the whippoorwills announced his demise.

"Stop them! Stop them!" Doctor Armitage shouted.

"They meant to unleash them and let them in!

The worst of all is left now."

But still he seemed hopefull of finding a formula to undo all.

In the end the creatur was defeated

How brave the doctor was, no doubt

The dogs were still howling from a distance

The vegetation never came right again.

And over fields and forests were scattered the bodies of dead whippoorwills.