Музыка: Георгий Быков
Слова: Андрей Карпухин
Based on H.P. Lovecraft’s short story “The call of Cthulhu” 

In my feverous dreams
I travel to the land, where no one’s feet were set;
Where unconscious fear
Takes me by the throat, deprives me of my thoughts;
There are huge and weird
 [bad word] built by those, who came from dark stars,
And the slimy plates
Scare me by loathsome shapes and strange geometry.

Only when the stars [bad word] gathered in their sacred union,
The nightmare corpse-city
Rises from the deep, from thousand-year sleep;
And I smell
Mildewed evil all around observing with no sound;
There’s no escape
From the savage island - deceptive, [bad word] and violent.

Doomed to remain congealed, He lays tied up in chains of mortal slumber;
Ancient evil awaits, lurks in damp walls of its quasi-castle [kweizai]
That stands hidden, lost between countless distorted dimensions;
There are unearthly laws, there is no human being acceptable;
Dead but dreaming, He waits for awakening through vile rituals;
An impure profane idol, moulded from clay by the hands of insane,
filthy bizarre substance whose image came from so high above,
Leaves ones mindless, makes them shudder with superstitious terror.

In my feverous dreams
I see the titanic door, I wouldn’t imagine before;
Creatures of the space
One day will open it to meet me face to face…
And I only hope
To die at the moment, without suffering torments.
I already hear
The repugnant voices chanting their unmeaning phrase.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn