What is it that you are hunting for?
Could it be that it was you all along?
Those monstrosities were all a creation of your distorted mind
Perversions of your own frail sanity and grime
Look down to your hands
Those spills are a tell-tale sign
In your mind the vile nausea
Gallops to overrun your dawn
Cthulhu, what have you done to me?
I did not ask for any of this
Cthulhu, what have you done to me?
I did not ask for any of this
For this state there is only one known cure
And with fear and stutter you step to the edge
What was it that you were hunting for?
Could it be that it was you all along?
Those monstrosities were all a creation of your distorted mind
Perversions of your own frail sanity and grime
It is time for you to think it through
Never questioned any of it that you all but knew
Yourself it was that oh so devoutly heeded his call
Now at the time of revelation you lunge deep beneath
