[0:10.000]Some old press clippings,
[0:13.000]my uncle's notes,
[0:15.000]a bas-relief made of clay.
[0:19.000]The horrors that these convey have given me much dismay.
[0:29.000]I think I'm starting to go insane.
[0:38.000]Strange nightmare images haunt my brain.
[0:46.000]I'm dreaming of a dead city
[0:55.000]Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night.
[1:02.000]Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping
[1:11.000]Until the time when they are right.
[1:21.000]I'm dreaming of a dead city
[1:30.000]With angles Euclid wouldn't know,
[1:37.000]That was built strange eons ago,
[1:46.000]and will soon come up from down below.
[1:57.000]I'm dreaming of a dead city
[2:04.000]Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night.
[2:13.000]Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping
[2:21.000]Until the time when they are right.
[2:31.000]I'm dreaming of a dark future
[2:40.000]Ruled by that Three-Lobed Burning Eye;
[2:47.000]When the Old Ones' coming is nigh,
[2:56.000]and you find that death itself may die.