Message Number 285 - Posted by Gladiator

"Come All Ye Deep Ones"

A collection of various tunes found on the web......

Come All Ye Deep Ones

Lyrics by A.H. Leman, to the tune of ``O Come All Ye Faithful'' by John Reading:

O come all ye Deep Ones,
Mi-Go, Ghouls and Nightgaunhts;
Come foul Shub Niggurath and all Ancient Ones.
Come Great Cthulhu, rising from the ocean.

CHORUS:
O come, let us abhor them,
O come, let us abhor them,
O come, let us abhor them,
Scream, run and hide.

Their old dominion
Mankind now rules blithely,
Stars turning overhead to bring forth his doom.
They will return here, greedy and malevolent.

Great Old Ones Are Coming to Town

Sean Branney, to the tune of ``Santa Claus Is Coming to Town'':

You'd better watch out; you better go hide.
And Elder Sign's needed for this Yuletide
Great Old Ones are comin to town.

They're making a fist and shaking it twice.
They're going to hit you, naughty or nice.
Great Old Ones are coming to town.

They're bringing ugly Shuggoths,
And horrid Deep Ones too,
Shub Niggurath is waking up
And so is Cthulhu

So you better watch out, you'd better go 'way,
Before the big guy comes up from R'lyeh.
Great Old Ones are coming to town.

Hark! the Nameless Cultists Sing

By Error! Bookmark not defined.. To the tune of ``Hark the Herald Angels Sing'':

Hark! the nameless cultists sing, ``Glory to our dreaming King,
Deep beneath the ocean waves, dreaming in his wat'ry grave.
Soon the stars will all be right, usher in eternal night!
When Cthulhu comes to reign, things here 'bouts won't be the same!''
Hark! the nameless cultists sing, ``Glory to our dreaming King!''

Cthulhu whose name strikes fear, speaks to those whose souls can hear:
Late at night an artist dreams, wakes up with an awful scream.
Then in clay his visions mold, pretty outre so I'm told.
Visions of a scene from Hell, near impossible to sell.
Hark! the nameless cultists sing, ``Glory to our dreaming King!''

Hark! the Great One's Priestly Son, Hail or you will be undone.
Death and pain to most he brings, Ris'n with darkness in His wings.
Waked at last no more to lie , proof that death itself may die,
Born to crush the human race , wipe them out and leave no trace.
Hark! the nameless cultists sing, ``Glory to our dreaming King!''

``With apologies to Clement Moore.'' To the tune of ``'Twas the Night Before Christmas'':

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the hole
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Dhole
Aldebaren hung at the right place at nine
In the hopes that Great Cthulhu would come out this time

The Fungi from Yuggoth, all snug in their caves
Were plotting to turn all the people to slaves
The Deep Ones in Rlyeh, the Ghouls in their graves
Were dancing and singing and acting depraved

When what do my wondering eyes should appear
But a moldering sleigh and eight corpselike reindeer
With a horrible driver so leprous and reeking
I knew right away that my fear was unspeaking

The reindeer were gross, as they flew up from hell
And It hoarsely whispered and chanted a spell
Ia Shub Niggurath! Cthulhu ftagn!
Nyarlathotep! I summon you on!

As decomposed flesh before the charnel stench rise
And meet with the open air polluting the skies
Up to the housetop the horror it rose
And the gangrenous odors assailed my nose

And then in a slopping noise heard on the roof
The lumbering clomping of octopoid hoofs
As I drew in my head and was turning around
The horror lurched into my room with a bound

Its eyes how they pulsate
So bulbous and gory
This blasphemous creature
So noxious and hoary

I was frozen by fear, my feet wouldn't run
I threw up my cookies, this wasn't much fun
It whispered my name and said ``You come with I''
I tried to refuse and it said ``Then you die.''

It came at my throat with its grim claws extended
But a miracle saved its victim intended
I had three Elder Signs in a slot in the floor
It screamed with a fiendish sound and went out the door