In the forest of the goat

Something turned the pages

Something had dwelt for eons in that hidden lake

Through the lens of Yuggoth

Cosmic vampires who drank the blood of stars

The lich whispered the names of Hyperborean demons

From beyond Yuggoth they watch

He could awaken the dead

They dwell serene and primal

Spawn of the serpent gods

Dark gods of forgotten eons

Whispers in the midnight grove

Visions in Dunwich

She whispered from a dark and dying star

Avatar of Hastur

The spawn of Azathoth heard their call

They could plunge from world to world