Slithering horrors through the Aeons
Summoned to this place of Worship
A monolith Arisen
To invoke the cured slimy Things
Awaken from ancient Slumber
Drawn from sleep by the Chants
The Cultists froth and Rage
As they Summon the Dormant Ones
Night of the Tentacles
Such a horrible Spectacle
As the ancient ones Return
To rip open new Gateways
In the furious storms of Night
As the winds whip mankind Away
Only the ancient Survives
And reign again this World