Shrieks

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 hopeful of finding a formula to undo all

In the end the creature 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