Indescribable, odd accounts
Of flood waters churning with creatures
Old rustic superstitions, whispered legends
Tenebrous shapes, crustaceous bodies
Membranous wings of mist
The Old Ones remembered
In folk tales weaved with myth
Ia! Shub-n**urath!
The Whisperer in the Darkness
Ia! Yuggoth!
The Whisperer in the Darkness
In certain deep, steep-sided gorges
spied in thickets at twilight on the hills
they drone
Letters from Akeley, referenced scripts
Legendry Celtic and Pennacook myth
Ex nihilo nihil fit
Druid-like monuments, circling stones
Hieroglyphic marks and etchings unknown
Star-born race
May Eve, on the hideous Sabbat night
Furtively emerging from the pits of primal life
The Outer Ones of Yuggoth
With nameless things collide
Ancient dark alliances forged in the dead of night
Chorus
Entering primitive hills, funereal stillness
Acknowledging the eerie invitation
To Dark Mountain
Menacing, gla**y, strained, rigid stare
Whispers emanating from a corner chair
Of great tiered towers built of black stone
Insidious cylinders encompa**ing souls
Traveling nebulous distances
The Outer Ones’ mechanical mummery
Akeley imprisoned in cylindered night
Enslaved to the Stygian realm of Neptunial sprites
As hideous fungoid beings build subterrestrial reichs
To the blackest goat, Lord of the Wood
and unmeasurable might
Chorus
Puppetry, trickery, mimicking ruse
Necronomicon subjects, the Outer Ones seek me
Antediluvian architects
Need to escape this net of morbidity
Unnatural revelation,
Circumventing flight through the wood
From the house, evade this vile suffocation
Akeley? This can’t be real…