Like the angry eye of an undead god
Wrapped in mists of stars and wrath
The Lantern hangs, the Lantern burns,
Awaiting those who know the path.
Lantern of Lost Stars, of Lost Souls,
Swirl of Suns both hot and cold;
Souls unhuman, with an ancient malice
Lurk in star-hewn pit and palace.
Cthulhu dreams in spaces deep
Beneath the sea in quaggy keep
And in the Lantern, folded Vhoorl
Waits as home and hidden world.
Cthulhu dreams in either place
For both share name and sometimes space.
The Lantern wheels, it turns and soon
The galaxy will hear the tune
And join entropic, redshift roar
When Old Ones batter down each door.
The Pattern Drawn, the stars unwind
And death will come to sentient-kind.
The Lantern is the Crimson Eye
Awaiting the forthcoming Cry
Which will awaken those who sleep
In places high and places deep.
And when the gyre's complete once more
The Eye will open every door.
The dream of life is but a dream
And before the crimson beam
All living flesh will fade away
And Old Ones once again hold sway.
The worlds will quiver and will shake
When all the Old Ones come awake.
Beneath the reddish, hellish gleam
A million worlds will give one scream
And Terror fall upon their skies
To stifle, strangle, anguished cries.
The vault will open, red with scars,
Before the Lantern of Lost Stars.