Lordes Werre Dark Waters Stir
Past the shadowed planes
Invisible during Daystar
Body of all Impiety
Through tenebrous dismal fogs
Between the distant shrines
Lays the iniquitant pool
Nourishing the haunted woodlands
Three rivers lead to this
Black ocean of the night
Dark shining surging sea
Seen only in moonlight
Black cities submerged by time
Tombs of ancient gods
The dark waters stir
Cyclone above the spume
Dropping souls in the waves
Undercurrent pulling them in
Vampirism robs the essence
Spectres and ghouls above
Serpents unseen lurk below
Ghostly ships on the surface
All phantoms of these phathoms
Rancid breath-taking stench
Sea of the black earth
The dark waters stir
Ghastly screams, eerie voices
Creatures beneath the billows
Horrid faces of death
Anxiously waiting in time
Absu lies, Cthulu sleeps
Lords of these depths
Plumed one of the gate
Awaits on the unseen shore
Here is where the dead swim
Lagoon of the obscure
The dark water stir
The waters retain all evil
