To India!

It's by mercy alone, that I cannot recount.
 The memories fade and I weaken.
 A glimpse of old things,
 vile and cruel, haunting my dreams when I doze.
 The Spawn of Stars, Cthulhu and kin, invoked by a cult.
 In their folly they called the ones who
 would trample and crawl upon Earth, now their own.
 Then I beheld Kadath and it's cloud-hidden peak.
 And I beheld the Crawling Chaos beneath.
 They kneel 'fore the invoker.
 The Old Ones, awakened again.
 The days are a fog, the misty unreal.
 I wait for the night and my ruin.
 Of vistas strange and lands passing
 below the shantak I ride when I doze.
 I hear Atal and Nyarlathotep,
 and the chanting of one I would slaughter.
 He speaks the name, from Leng he invokes the Old Gods, the Old Ones.
 Then I beheld Kadath and it's cloud-hidden peak.
 And I beheld the Crawling Chaos beneath.
 Before he raises The Goat and Her Thousand.
 Before he calls the ones he cannot put back, I will attack.
 Before The Deep Ones come rising and crawling,
 Before he calls the ones he cannot put back, I will attack.
 They kneel 'fore the invoker.
 The Old Ones, awakened again.
 The moment has come, the horror unreal.
 They wait at the gate, but I see them.
 And in my mind I will always recall
 the sound of the Gods as they rose.
 I hear him call and a horrendous reply,
 the chanting will bring his own slaughter.
 The dagger shines in the hand of the
 fool, and I throw my own in his heart.
 They kneel 'fore the invoker.
 The Old Ones, awakened again.
 Smite the invoker!
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