The Myth Of R'lyeh

When the stars cut the skies
Diving from one world to another
A natural order hovered in the cosmos
In his house in r’lyeh, cthulhu dead, hopes to dream

Without the alignment of the stars
He could not live
But, even though he no longer lived
He could never die

In his house in r’lyeh, cthulhu dead, hopes to dream

A force or entity
Older than our ancestors
He should free his body from the spell, his disembodied state
Because everyone lay around waiting
Of his glorious resurrection

In his house in r’lyeh, cthulhu dead, hopes to dream

In their houses of stone protected by strong magic
In the dazzling suburb of r’lyeh
At the appropriate time
The secret priests will take you
To the cold awakening of your deep sleep
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh cthulhu r’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn