In my dreams, sinking into cold depths Dragged downwards the bottomless by the oppressive weight of water Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss I journey the expanse of R'lyeh The listless chant, crippling my thoughts Calling from below, echoing in the Cyclopean Halls of green-veined stone Loathsome in its redolence of spheres and dimensions... Unearthly aesthetic in disturbing ways With malicious intent the Sleepers lies Undying in dormancy with the will to arise And the stars are key, slowly turning in the lock Grinding in awakening motion In my dreams, sinking into cold depths Heeding an ancient clarion unbeknown to me Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss Return to the ancient R'lyeh