The Myth of R’lyeh Songtext
von Pesta

When the stars cut the skies ...
... diving from one world to another;
A natural order hovered in the cosmos.
In his house in R′lyeh, Cthulhu dead, hopes to dream.

Without the alignment of the stars ...
... he could not live.
But, even though he no longer lived ...
... he could never die.

In his house in R'lyeh, Cthulhu dead, hopes to dream
In his house in R′lyeh, Cthulhu dead, hopes to dream.


A force or entity;
Older than our ancestors.
He should free his body from the spell, his disembodied state.
Because everyone lay around waiting ...
... of his glorious resurrection.

In his house in R'lyeh, Cthulhu dead, hopes to dream
In his house in R'lyeh, Cthulhu dead, hopes to dream
...hopes to dream
...hopes to dream
...hopes to dream
...hopes to dream

In their houses of stone protected by strong magic;
In the dazzling suburb of R′lyeh.
At the appropriate time ...
... the secret priests will take you.
To the cold awakening of your deep sleep.
"Ph′nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R′lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn".