From the abyss of ancient seas A monstrous fish arose With scales of black and eyes of red And teeth as sharp as those

Of sharks that swim in hungry packs And hunt for human flesh But this one had a darker mind And plans more foul and fresh

It sought to wake the sleeping god That slumbers in his tomb The dreaded lord of madness, death And everlasting doom

The one they call Cthulhu, who Can make the world his slave And fill the minds of living things With horror and with rave

But ere it could complete its task A brave and cunning man Who knew the secrets of the deep And ancient lore and plan

He forged a blade of silver bright And carved a magic rune And faced the beast with fearless heart Beneath the waning moon

He struck a blow upon its head And pierced its evil eye And made it shriek a dreadful sound That echoed in the sky

He took its corpse and burned it well And scattered all its bones And hid the blade in secret place Where none could find or own

He saved the world from dire fate But paid a heavy price For he had seen what none should see And paid with his own life

He died alone and mad, they say But left behind a clue A nameless stone with carvings strange That only some can view

It tells the tale of what he did And warns of what may come If ever fish should rise again To wake the sleeping one.