Gods
Monsters
Mythical beings of all sorts and kinds
The world would be screaming
Here we are on the placid island of ignorance
In the midst of which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror
Known and favoured by a nightmare cult ready and eager to loose them on the world
Whenever another earthquake shall heave their monstrous stone city again (again [?x])
Ravening for delight
Who knows the end?
I shall never sleep calmly again
When I think of the horrors that lurk ceaselessly behind
And of those unhallowed blasphemies from elder stars which dream beneath the sea
What has risen may sink
The horrors that filled men's dreams
Ravening for delight