As the world keeps turning as it has before,
Completely unaware of what lies at the sea floor,
There in the darkness where the old ones sleep,
Lies sunken city of those that dwell in the deep,
This drowned city has no life by any means,
But in his house Great Cthulhu dreams.

Cthulhu fhtagn,
Cthulhu fhtagn,

That dark city of the depths sleeps still,
Against the waves held together by his will,
The cyclopean buildings contain such wonder,
Locked away waiting until mankind’s blunder,
As he sleeps Cthulhu gathers his might,
Waiting for the time when the stars are right,

Cthulhu fhtagn,
Cthulhu fhtagn,

On the surface his followers grow in mass,
Grouped together for the time when strange aeons pass,
One by one they sacrifice in his name,
After they have given they will never be the same,
Dancing in ritual throughout the night,
In the swamps and the seas of the world out of sight,

Cthulhu fhtagn,
Cthulhu fhtagn,

When the stars are right and the sleepers awake,
Upon the souls of man their thirst they shall slake,
When that time comes R’lyeh shall rise from the sea,
Then once and for all Cthulhu shall be free,
Then upon the world of man he shall stalk,
Leaving death and madness where he shall walk,

Cthulhu fhtagn,
Cthulhu fhtagn,

Until that day he waits and visits man in its sleep,
Showing them visions of that forsaken city of the deep,
Watching over the world with like an all seeing eye,
Still sleeping until the time when even death may die,
Enviously staring upon the world of men,
Hearing the chant as it starts over again,

Cthulhu fhtagn,
Cthulhu fhtagn.