The Call Of The Dreamer

Brothers and sisters, hear me now!
Feel the pulse of the deep, the heartbeat of the void!
For beneath the blackened waves, beyond the veil of mortal thought,
There lies the Sleeper, mighty and eternal—
Ph'nglui! Mglw'nafh!

Oh R’lyeh, city of dread and wonder!
Oh R’lyeh, cradle of dreams and madness!
The waters sing His name, the winds carry His call—
Wgah’nagl! Wgah’nagl! Fhtagn! Fhtagn!

Do you feel it, children of the abyss?
Do you feel the stirrings of the ancient tide?
The stars have spoken! The seals grow weak!
And He, the Great Sleeper, stirs in His house of stone and shadow!
Can you see the signs? Can you feel the tremors?

For He is the master of the forgotten,
The dreamer of dreams that twist the mind!
His form, vast and terrible, rises!
His will bends the stars and shatters the skies!
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

Dance now, children of the deep, dance!
Feel the rhythm of the waves, the beat of the blood!
Raise your hands to the blackened heavens,
And chant with me the words of power:
Ph’nglui! Ph’nglui!
Mglw’nafh! Mglw’nafh!

In the dreams of the Sleeper, we are remade!
In His rising, the world shall break!
For what is dead may eternal lie,
And with strange aeons, even death may die!
Wgah’nagl fhtagn! Wgah’nagl fhtagn!

Now we wait, oh faithful, we wait…
For the tide will come, and the stars will align.
And in His name, we shall be free.
Free to dream. Free to despair. Free to behold.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.