[0:10.000]Some old press clippings,[0:13.000]my uncle's notes,[0:15.000]a bas-relief made of clay.[0:19.000]The horrors that these convey have given me much dismay.[0:29.000]I think I'm starting to go insane.[0:38.000]Strange nightmare images haunt my brain.[0:46.000]I'm dreaming of a dead city[0:55.000]Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night.[1:02.000]Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping[1:11.000]Until the time when they are right.[1:21.000]I'm dreaming of a dead city[1:30.000]With angles Euclid wouldn't know,[1:37.000]That was built strange eons ago,[1:46.000]and will soon come up from down below.[1:57.000]I'm dreaming of a dead city[2:04.000]Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night.[2:13.000]Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping[2:21.000]Until the time when they are right.[2:31.000]I'm dreaming of a dark future[2:40.000]Ruled by that Three-Lobed Burning Eye;[2:47.000]When the Old Ones' coming is nigh,[2:56.000]and you find that death itself may die.