The shadows entice in vision
A form clad in derision
They slither through fields of gore
And they will come back for more
To describe their body
One would need to be insane
Hideous - a beast by design
The creatures gather pace
You shall be erased
Your final memory
buried under the goo
Yog-Shoggoth - heed his call
Forfeit your life - consumed in whole
The waves are calling, for
a message awaits with intention
Hear the words of the imprisoned son
The call of cthulhu - the great old one
Dark down the deeps
They linger, await for the call
Invasion of the shadowed shapes
Their bodies ethereal and devoid of hopes
Forgotten and buried so far in
lost memories far under the sea
Your time has come my depraved ones
Let the curse once again lay all to waste
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