
Henry Armitage (Shoggoth on the Roof, 2005)
Who must bow and kneel and scrape and slave all day
To raise R'lyeh, Cthulu’s way
Who must live in ignorance until the day
They find they’ve read too many nasty books
The cultists, the cultists! Tentacles!
The cultists, the cultists! Tentacles!
That night I started growing gills and swimming in the sea
And soon I’ll know the wonder of the sun-ken city
The Deep Ones, the Deep Ones! Tentacles!
The Deep Ones, the Deep Ones! Tentacles!
Who’s always last to know, who fills the air with cries?
Whose sanity is blasted, and then who usually dies?
The victims, the victims! Tentacles!
The victims, the victims! Tentacles!