Flee by The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets Lyrics

"Now for the conclusion of this talk on pressure sores."

Flee, mortal, flee in fear
Cthulhu's coming, the end is near
All his children make their way
Across the ocean to claim his day

Flee, mortal, soon you'll know
Cthulhu deals the final blow
We are his voice, and it's our due
To sing of what's in store for you

Pain, death
Insanity, death
(repeat 10+x, until degenerating into incoherent babbling and screaming)