A Line Thousands
Slithers and Rips Through the Tide
From the Bottoms the World
They Crawl into the Night
Drawn by the Votex
A Beacon for the deep Ones
Rays pierce the gloomy Dark
The Whipping seas are Raging
Crawling bodies in Extacy
Rising from the murky Depths
Procession to the Monolith
All Scale the cliffs in the Storm
Changing from unhuman From
Enter now the Night
Soon to be writhing as One
Gathered in the sickening Glow