Formless presence smoke rising
Black Aether erasing our horizon
Seven seas freshly flood
Seven continents concealed in blood
Ceaselessly Crawling Chaos,
Planetary-wreckage holocaust-seance
Ithaqua flares riding winds
Abysmal stares burst unhinged
"Praise him;
he with tentacles like serpents,
Praise with the black goat of the woods
with a thousand young,
Praise the blind demon
who dwells within the pit of chaos,
Praise the destroying eye,
the cold flame & the burning ones"
IA!
IA!
IA!
IA CTHULHU!