The time comes, the sea opens wide,
Kneeling to salute the Great Old One,
The dark waters are pushed aside
As the black towers swallow the sun.

As the door to His tomb, milenniums old,
Slowly creaks open, all over the world
The people revel in joy and shout,
Greeting the One the stars have let out.

All men of all races, all animals on Earth,
Killing each other in ways unknown before,
The turrent of blood, it signs His rebirth,
Ktulhut from the stars free once more...

Not dead and not willing to lie,
Strange Aeons, death has died.

© 1997 Ricardo Madeira

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