| Foundered in the deep, In a high-walled keep, In a troubled sleep,  He ever dreams.Here the sea rushes, Runs down and brushes, Crashes and crushes, Fed by dark streams.Here where no sail is, Where only bale is, And a black hail is Rained from the West.Cthulhu is ever, Both now and forever, Dreamer of dreams in a fitful rest. |
