歌手:H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society
专辑:《An Even Scarier Solstice》

Hail Great Olde Ones and Outer Gods,
foul pantheon of malice.
Your pseudopods and tentacles
shall make this world your palace.
You are not dead, yet not alive,
And any day, you may arrive.
Hail Great Olde Ones and Outer Gods,
foul pantheon of malice.
Hail Yog Sothoth, foul Yog Sothoth,
the source of all our fears.
Both gate and key, a congerie of iridescent spheres.
The boundaries of time and space,
You can command from any place.
Hail Yog Sothoth, foul Yog Sothoth,
the source of all our fears
Hail Azathoth, blind Azathoth,
obtuse destructive urge.
Hail Azathoth, the idiot,
the mindless frothing scourge.
Your formless might awakens fright.
Our scream will echo in the night.
Hail Azathoth, the idiot,
the mindless frothing scourge.
Tsathoggua, Tsathoggua,
toad-like abomination.
The eldest of the Great Olde Ones
shall bring us all damnation.
The formless spawn obey his wrath
Destroying humans in their path.
Tsathoggua, Tsathoggua,
shall bring us all damnation.