If tomorrow all the daemon-spawn
I'd worshiped all my life
Rose by some black art again
Inflicting madness, death, and strife

I would thank my lucky stars
to be in this Cult today
'Cause Dread Cthulhu still slumbers
in the city of R'lyeh.....

And I'm proud to be a Cthulhuian
as I wait with evil glee
And I won't forget the Great Old One
who sleeps beneath the sea

And I'll gladly stand up,
next to you, and we'll help prepare the way
'Cause there ain't no doubt, He'll rise again
Yog Sothoth 'Ngah'ng Ai'y.

From the swamps south of New Orleans
to Antarctic fields of snow
Across the Irem deserts
to the Greenland Esquimaux

From the sagging roofs of Innsmouth,
to the cold Plateau of Leng
Well, there's pride in every Cultist's heart
for an awesome Elder Thing.....

And I'm proud to be a Cthulhuian
while He sleeps beneath the sea
And I dig Cyclopean cities
with non-Euclidean geometry

And I'll gladly stand up,
next to you, and await that evil day
'Cause there ain't no doubt, He'll rise again
From cursed old R'lyeh.

And I'm proud to be a Cthulhuian
as I wait with evil glee
And because I've served the Elder Gods
I hope they won't eat me.

And I'll gladly stand up
next to you, now the end's not far away
'Cause there ain't no doubt, He'll rise again
From cursed old R'yleh.