To India!

It's by mercy alone, that I cannot recount.
The memories fade and I weaken.
A glimpse of old things,
vile and cruel, haunting my dreams when I doze.
The Spawn of Stars, Cthulhu and kin, invoked by a cult.
In their folly they called the ones who
would trample and crawl upon Earth, now their own.

Then I beheld Kadath and it's cloud-hidden peak.
And I beheld the Crawling Chaos beneath.
They kneel 'fore the invoker.
The Old Ones, awakened again.

The days are a fog, the misty unreal.
I wait for the night and my ruin.
Of vistas strange and lands passing
below the shantak I ride when I doze.
I hear Atal and Nyarlathotep,
and the chanting of one I would slaughter.
He speaks the name, from Leng he invokes the Old Gods, the Old Ones.

Then I beheld Kadath and it's cloud-hidden peak.
And I beheld the Crawling Chaos beneath.

Before he raises The Goat and Her Thousand.
Before he calls the ones he cannot put back, I will attack.
Before The Deep Ones come rising and crawling,
Before he calls the ones he cannot put back, I will attack.
They kneel 'fore the invoker.
The Old Ones, awakened again.

The moment has come, the horror unreal.
They wait at the gate, but I see them.
And in my mind I will always recall
the sound of the Gods as they rose.
I hear him call and a horrendous reply,
the chanting will bring his own slaughter.
The dagger shines in the hand of the
fool, and I throw my own in his heart.

They kneel 'fore the invoker.
The Old Ones, awakened again.
Smite the invoker!
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