“Singin’ Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”

:wearily: Dammit, Ken.

Singin’ Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

The squid-headed god, he sent out some dreams

Said Castro at the police station;

When Legrasse found out he started to shout

And kept up the investigation.

It’s against the law,

It was against the law;

What the coppers saw

It was against the law.

Well, Angell fell down and died on the ground

(It may have been some cultist’s scheming).

His nephew said, “Weird, and now I’m a’fear’d:

It’s cuz of the god in the house where he’s dreaming.”

Well He’s on his way

We don’t know where He came from;

He’s on his way

He’s taking his time

But we don’t know why.

Goodbye to reason, here comes the dark age:

Singin’ Cthulhu R’lyeh 

wgah’nagl fhtagn.

Singin’ Cthulhu R’lyeh 

wgah’nagl fhtagn.

[daemonic piping of flutes]

Whoa, for a couple of weeks the whole world got freaked

Then the whole thing just went away;

But the nephew’s now dead from that stuff that he said

‘Bout Johansen and that squid-god day.

Well He’s on his way

We don’t know where He came from;

He’s on his way

He’s taking his time

But we don’t know why.

Goodbye to reason, here comes the dark age:

Singin’ Cthulhu R’lyeh 

wgah’nagl fhtagn.

Singin’ Cthulhu R’lyeh 

wgah’nagl fhtagn.

Singin’ Cthulhu R’lyeh 

wgah’nagl fhtagn.

Singin’ Cthulhu R’lyeh 

wgah’nagl fhtagn.