Shrieks

Yog-sothot!

The world stood still for a while and the miskatonic's closing in on the hills
They tried to do their best to prevent now hear the shrieks of the whippoorwills
Candlemass didn't pass unnoticed a mother gave birth to a fatherless child
The giant boy had started his quest one day only to be stopped by a group of aged men
Inside the farmhouse, no-one knew what happened the smell of expiration was all around
And the young child with unseen wisdom spoke of those that we don't speak of

Yog-sothot knows the gate!
Yog-sothot is the gate!
Yog-sothot is the key and guardian of the gate!
Past, present, future, all are one in yog-sothot!

He knows where the old ones broke through of old
And where they shall break through again
They walk unseen and foul in lonely places
Where the words have been spoken
And the rites howled through at their seasons
This little priest, though great in appearance
Half-human as he was, the last shrieks
Of the whippoorwills announced his demise

Stop them! Stop them! Doctor armitage shouted
They meant to unleash them and let them in!
The worst of all is left now

But still he seemed hopeful of finding a formula to undo all
In the end the creature was defeated how brave the doctor was, no doubt
The dogs were still howling from a distance the vegetation never came right again
And over fields and forests were scattered the bodies of dead whippoorwills