Children of the moon
Wait for Cthulhu's return
As they dine on human fear
In hopes he will appear
When The stars align
It will stand with straightened spin
opening his tired eyes
Followed by the worlds demise
Sleeping in a hole
Far beneath the sea
He delivers horrid scenes
to a chosen fews dreams
Visions of the future
Drowned in smouldered ash
Screams of countless voices
Silenced in a flash
When you look upon his face
A horror to behold
There’s no chance to turn and run
Your soul has turned too cold
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
Children of the moon
Wait for Cthulhu's return
As they dine on human fear
In hopes he will appear
When The stars align
It will stand with straightened spin
opening his tired eyes
Followed by the worlds demise
Sleeping in a hole
Far beneath the sea
He delivers horrid scenes
to a chosen fews dreams
Visions of the future
Drowned in smouldered ash
Screams of countless voices
Silenced in a flash
When you look upon his face
A horror to behold
There’s no chance to turn and run
Your soul has turned too cold
