Awake Ye Scary Great Old Ones
And ev’rything dismay
Remember Great Cthulhu
Shall rise up from R’lyeh
To kill us all with tentacles
If we should go His way…

Oooh tidings of madness,
madness and woe
(and great woe)

In Yuggoth and at Aldebraan
The great Old One was spawned
Imprisoned by the Elder Gods
To wait for long aeons
Enticing humans to release them
Chanting dreadful songs

Oooh tidings of madness,
madness and woe
(and great woe)

An Arab said that it’s not Dead
Which may eternal lie
And in strange aeons you may find
That even Death may die
The Great Old Ones [bad word] once more
And world shall be destroyed.

Oooh tidings of madness,
madness and woe
(and great woe)