[Intro] [heavy rain and rushing water foley, acoustic guitar strumming] [Verse] [baritone male vocals] I sit here banished to my ancestral home Down beneath the waves from my spectral throne I see the world through my children's eyes The deep ones hear my evil cries All I wanted was to eat all the artists brains But they all thought that they had gone insane I don't know why they didn't come home anyway But now I sit here now in deep dark R'lyeh faith and disaster come into play all coming today in the end of days. A yellow sign a broken play we don't need to worry about deep dark r-y-leh. Here in lonely Carcosa we can get away, Hastur summons you now come and play! A lost laugh gone in a flash still haunting something insane the future is so bright too bright to see come on Nyarlathahotep show me this future spoof. Your lies are divine, your evil defined yet your smile is just so fine. The rain it pours on the dark ocean shores, the deep-ones look up and adore their father Dagon even more than the lifeless detritus washing up some more. The deep-ones call will stall them all, hearts and minds are gonna fall as the mythos calls [chorus] THE mythos calls.... the mythos calls! The mythos calls [whispered] (one missed call) [transition] Yellow sign, by design makes the future just sublime the terror unknown the yellow throne cmon everybody lets just go home. Deep Dark Ryleh rising up to come and play sinking mankind's idea of slay rise rise deep-deep Ryleh! Innsmoutrh dark and gloomy loam, washes up it's bloody foam, the fish-men in their pens writing rhymes to end the men.
