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