Cult of Dagon - The Lillingtons

Decrepit buildings on the seaport in this town

The rest have gone, only a few are still around

Disfigured drowners from the secret mountain town

Assembled at the black church when they tore them down

when the sun goes down

The high priest finally emerges with the two-pronged crown

He preaches of archaic faith from long ago

And speaks of and cities in the undertow

Late at night when the full moon is shining

Out on the reef rock, silhouettes are lining

And you can hear perverted words vibrated

The sanguine rites have been initiated

The offering is almost dead and bleeding

The hour is short, so they commence with breeding

They copulate with the submerged while seeding

To ensure Dagon continues feeding

I can’t tell if I’m awake or dreaming

I hear the sound of something awful screaming

Foretold for centuries of this

Awakening the anti-cosmic being