In my dreams, sinking into cold depths
Dragged downwards the bottomless by the oppressive weight of water
Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss
I journey the expanse of R'lyeh
The listless chant, crippling my thoughts
Calling from below, echoing in the
Cyclopean Halls of green-veined stone
Loathsome in its redolence of spheres and dimensions
Unearthly aesthetic in disturbing ways
With malicious intent the Sleepers lies
Undying in dormancy with the will to arise
And the stars are key, slowly turning in the lock
Grinding in awakening motion
In my dreams, sinking into cold depths
Heeding an ancient clarion unbeknown to me
Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss
Return to the ancient R'lyeh