The Ziggurat - Wind Walker


Upon the icy winds of Hyperborea
Amid endless gulfs of stygian seas...
The Ancient God he walks there...
Upon the voids ether breath

Ia! Ia! Ithaqua!

Atop his icy temple, gazing into the stars
Waiting for the time that mankind is abandoned by God

Eternally bound but yet he's free
to roam the icy plains at will: trapped within the cold

Dont look to the sky
Cast your gaze away from his
star-like carmine eyes, a glance will seal your fate

Oh...the ancients will unite
And the stars will align
And from...from sunken Rlyeh
Cthulhu will rise!

Ia! Ia! Ithaqua!!