I'm Dreaming of a Dead City

Some old press clippings,

my uncle's notes,

a bas-relief made of clay.

The horrors that these convey have given me much dismay.

I think I'm starting to go insane.

Strange nightmare images haunt my brain.

I'm dreaming of a dead city

Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night.

Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping

Until the time when they are right.

I'm dreaming of a dead city

With angles Euclid wouldn't know,

That was built strange eons ago,

and will soon come up from down below.

I'm dreaming of a dead city

Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night.

Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping

Until the time when they are right.

I'm dreaming of a dark future

Ruled by that Three-Lobed Burning Eye;

When the Old Ones' coming is nigh,

and you find that death itself may die.