Overlords of Chaos By Ironsword
Into the depths of the earth
Beneath the azure sea
We've passed the gateways of slumber
Our final destiny

Dead but dreaming
The old one waits for a sign
From his dwelling in R'lyeh
Cthulhu shall rise

Times of despair, times of turmoil
Yet loathsome forms beyond uncoil
Forsaken hope, forsaken kind
Madness shall wreck the mortal mind

No gods left to bow before
They sleep now forevermore
Before mankind lays waste once more
The old ones will stride to the shore

Overlords of chaos
Overlords of chaos

Prepare to perish, prepare to strive
As unknown nightmares come alive
Forget the glory, forget the pride
And honour is but to survive

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Temples and altars crumbled to dust
The lyrics of bards are flecked with rust
Fading away echoes of their rhyme
Their magic forever engulfed by time

Empires rise, empires fall
From high thrones man craved it all
Battles won, battles lost
All the conquests have their cost

Invoker by eternal champion

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!