Carol of the Old Ones (исполнитель: HP Lovecraft Historical Society)
Look to the sky, way up on high There in the night stars are now right. Eons have passed: now then at last Prison walls break, Old Ones awake! They will return: mankind will learn New kinds of fear when they are here. They will reclaim all in their name; Hopes turn to black when [bad word] back. Ignorant fools, mankind [bad word] Where [bad word] then: it's theirs again Stars brightly burning, boiling and churning Bode a returning season of doom Scary scary scary scary solstice Very very very scary solstice Up from the sea, from underground Down from the sky, they're all around They will return: mankind will learn New kinds of fear when they are here Look to the sky, way up on high There in the night stars are now right. Eons have passed: now then at last Prison walls break, Old Ones awake! Madness will reign, terror and pain Woes without end where they extend. Ignorant fools, mankind [bad word] Where [bad word] then: it's theirs again Stars brightly burning, boiling and churning Bode a returning season of doom Scary scary scary scary solstice Very very very scary solstice Up from the sea, from underground Down from the sky, they're all around. Fear (Look to the sky, way up on high There in the night stars now are right) They will return.