The Shadow Over Innsmouth by Famlende Forsk Lyrics
You ought to hear, though
What some of the old-timers tell about the black reef off the coast
Devil Reef, they call it
It's well above water a good part of the time, and never much below it
But at that you could hardly call it an island
The story is that there's a whole legion of devils seen sometimes on that reef
Sprawled about, or darting in and out of some kind of caves near the top
It's a rugged, uneven thing, a good bit over a mile out
And toward the end of shipping days
Sailors used to make big detours just to avoid it
In the winter of 1930–31, however, the dreams began
They were very sparse and insidious at first
But increased in frequency and vividness as the weeks went by
Great watery spaces opened out before me
And I seemed to wander through titanic sunken porticos
And labyrinths of weedy cyclopean walls
With grotesque fishes as my companions
One night, I had a frightful dream
In which I met my grandmother under the sea
She had changed, as those who take to the water change
And told me she had never died
I met also that which had been her grandmother
For eighty thousand years, Pth'thya-l'yi had lived in Y'ha-nthlei
And thither she had gone back after Obed Marsh was dead
Y'ha-nthlei was not destroyed
When the upper-earth men shot death into the sea
It was hurt, but not destroyed
The Deep Ones could never be destroyed
Even though the palaeogean magic of the forgotten Old Ones
Might sometimes check them
For the present, they would rest
But some day, if they remembered
They would rise again for the tribute Great Cthulhu craved
It would be a city greater than Innsmouth, next time
This was the dream in which I saw a Shoggoth for the first time
And the sight set me awake in a frenzy of screaming
That morning, the mirror definitely told me I had acquired the Innsmouth look
The [?] dreams of [?] are listening
And I feel queerly drawn toward the unknown sea-deeps
Instead of fearing them
I hear and do strange things in sleep
And awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror
Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä!
Together, we shall go to the marvel-shadowed Innsmouth
We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea
And dive down through black abysses
To Cyclopean and many-columned Y'ha-nthlei
And in that lair of the Deep Ones
We shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever
What some of the old-timers tell about the black reef off the coast
Devil Reef, they call it
It's well above water a good part of the time, and never much below it
But at that you could hardly call it an island
The story is that there's a whole legion of devils seen sometimes on that reef
Sprawled about, or darting in and out of some kind of caves near the top
It's a rugged, uneven thing, a good bit over a mile out
And toward the end of shipping days
Sailors used to make big detours just to avoid it
In the winter of 1930–31, however, the dreams began
They were very sparse and insidious at first
But increased in frequency and vividness as the weeks went by
Great watery spaces opened out before me
And I seemed to wander through titanic sunken porticos
And labyrinths of weedy cyclopean walls
With grotesque fishes as my companions
One night, I had a frightful dream
In which I met my grandmother under the sea
She had changed, as those who take to the water change
And told me she had never died
I met also that which had been her grandmother
For eighty thousand years, Pth'thya-l'yi had lived in Y'ha-nthlei
And thither she had gone back after Obed Marsh was dead
Y'ha-nthlei was not destroyed
When the upper-earth men shot death into the sea
It was hurt, but not destroyed
The Deep Ones could never be destroyed
Even though the palaeogean magic of the forgotten Old Ones
Might sometimes check them
For the present, they would rest
But some day, if they remembered
They would rise again for the tribute Great Cthulhu craved
It would be a city greater than Innsmouth, next time
This was the dream in which I saw a Shoggoth for the first time
And the sight set me awake in a frenzy of screaming
That morning, the mirror definitely told me I had acquired the Innsmouth look
The [?] dreams of [?] are listening
And I feel queerly drawn toward the unknown sea-deeps
Instead of fearing them
I hear and do strange things in sleep
And awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror
Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä!
Together, we shall go to the marvel-shadowed Innsmouth
We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea
And dive down through black abysses
To Cyclopean and many-columned Y'ha-nthlei
And in that lair of the Deep Ones
We shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever