Dunwich no Kai You must enable javascript to view this page. This is a requirement of our licensing agreement with music Gracenote.

Kinshinkon no Sue-Musuko

Inshū-meita Mura no Oku

ni Kotoba osowarata



Ore wa Ningen-magai da ga

Yaru-beki koto wa shitte-iru

Jikū no Sakeme yobi-dashite

Uchū wo Shigen ni kisu no da



Tobira yo hirake,



Omaye no Chichi de Kyōdai de

Itaru Tokoro ni Yatsu wa iru

Meishin-jimita Mori no Naka

Dorui no Kage ni Mon wa aru



Omaye no Uso wa utsukushii

Juso to Gumai ni michiafure

Yo wo Taihai de oō-tabi

Kitaru-beki Hi e susumu no da



Tobira yo hirake, Yog-Sothot



Gojūroku-oku Nanasen-man

Toki no Rōya de matteita

Fushū uzumaku Kairō de

Shihaisha-domo wa matteita



Yami ni kozorite

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri

Yoru ni magirete

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri



(Yama-nari wa todoki…)

(Yotaka wa naki-sakebu…)

(Akushuu wa tachi-kome…)

(Mienu-mono wa aruku…)



Yami ni kozorite

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri

Yoru ni magirete

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri



Yami ni kozorite

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri

Yoru ni magirete

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri



[Laughter.]



Yami ni kozorite

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri

Yoru ni magirete

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri



Magamagashikumo

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri

Ozomashikumo

Wa-ga-Shu kimaseri Ore wa Taichi to Kaiyō noKinshinkon no Sue-MusukoInshū-meita Mura no Oku Yotaka ni Kotoba osowarataOre wa Ningen-magai da gaYaru-beki koto wa shitte-iruJikū no Sakeme yobi-dashiteUchū wo Shigen ni kisu no daTobira yo hirake, Yog-Sothot Omaye no Chichi de Kyōdai deItaru Tokoro ni Yatsu wa iruMeishin-jimita Mori no NakaDorui no Kage ni Mon wa aruOmaye no Uso wa utsukushiiJuso to Gumai ni michiafureYo wo Taihai de oō-tabiKitaru-beki Hi e susumu no daTobira yo hirake, Yog-SothotGojūroku-oku Nanasen-manToki no Rōya de matteitaFushū uzumaku Kairō deShihaisha-domo wa matteitaYami ni kozoriteWa-ga-Shu kimaseriYoru ni magireteWa-ga-Shu kimaseri(Yama-nari wa todoki…)(Yotaka wa naki-sakebu…)(Akushuu wa tachi-kome…)(Mienu-mono wa aruku…)Yami ni kozoriteWa-ga-Shu kimaseriYoru ni magireteWa-ga-Shu kimaseriYami ni kozoriteWa-ga-Shu kimaseriYoru ni magireteWa-ga-Shu kimaseriYami ni kozoriteWa-ga-Shu kimaseriYoru ni magireteWa-ga-Shu kimaseriMagamagashikumoWa-ga-Shu kimaseriOzomashikumoWa-ga-Shu kimaseri

The Dunwich Horror You must enable javascript to view this page. This is a requirement of our licensing agreement with music Gracenote.

Of the consanguineal marriage of Earth and Sea;

Deep inside a village of traditional façade,

I learned my letters from the



I put on airs of humanity, but still

I'm aware of that which I must do:

To cast a chasm on Time and Space, and

Return the Cosmos to primordiality!



O Open the Gate,



Through thy Father, through thy Sibling

They are just everyplace;

Inside the woodlands steeped in myth,

Behind the earthen walls, there is a gate.



Thy lies are magnificent,

Stupidly overflowing with malediction:

Each time the world is covered in degeneracy,

The promised day draws nearer!



O Open the Gate, Yog-Sothoth!



Six-and-fifty myriad myriads, seven thousand myriads

In the jail of time, They were waiting.

By the spiraling, rancid hallway,

The Rulers, They were waiting.



Convening in the darkness,

My Lord has come.

Creeping into the night,

My Lord has come.



(The rumbling mountains roar…)

(The whippoorwills cry and scream…)

(Foul odors engulf all…)

(The Unseen One walks about…)



Convening in the darkness,

My Lord has come.

Creeping into the night,

My Lord has come.



Convening in the darkness,

My Lord has come.

Creeping into the night,

My Lord has come.



[Laughter.]



Convening in the darkness,

My Lord has come!

Creeping into the night,

My Lord has come!



E'er foreboding

My Lord has come!

E'er abominable

My Lord has come! I am the lastborn sonOf the consanguineal marriage of Earth and Sea;Deep inside a village of traditional façade,I learned my letters from the whippoorwills I put on airs of humanity, but stillI'm aware of that which I must do:To cast a chasm on Time and Space, andReturn the Cosmos to primordiality!O Open the Gate, Yog-Sothoth Through thy Father, through thy SiblingThey are just everyplace;Inside the woodlands steeped in myth,Behind the earthen walls, there is a gate.Thy lies are magnificent,Stupidly overflowing with malediction:Each time the world is covered in degeneracy,The promised day draws nearer!O Open the Gate, Yog-Sothoth!Six-and-fifty myriad myriads, seven thousand myriadsIn the jail of time, They were waiting.By the spiraling, rancid hallway,The Rulers, They were waiting.Convening in the darkness,My Lord has come.Creeping into the night,My Lord has come.(The rumbling mountains roar…)(The whippoorwills cry and scream…)(Foul odors engulf all…)(The Unseen One walks about…)Convening in the darkness,My Lord has come.Creeping into the night,My Lord has come.Convening in the darkness,My Lord has come.Creeping into the night,My Lord has come.[Laughter.]Convening in the darkness,My Lord has come!Creeping into the night,My Lord has come!E'er forebodingMy Lord has come!E'er abominableMy Lord has come!