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By Eckhard Huelshoff
Virgins roasting on an open fire
Ithaqua nipping on your nose
Endtime carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Tcho-Tchos
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Everybody knows an old tome and some yellow sign
Help to make the season bright
Young deep ones with their eyes all hollow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
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They know that Nyarly is on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and corpses on his sleigh
And every Yog Sothot's son is going to spy
To see if Byakhee really know how to fly
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To mythos entities from one to 902
Although it's been said many time, many ways
Merry X-mas to you
Hark! The herald Byakhees sing
Glory to the newborn King!
Death on earth and Chaos wild
Saint and sinners reconciled
Joyful, all ye nations die!
Join the triumph of the skies;
With the deep ones do proclaim
Cthulhu raise from R'Lyeh
Hard! The herald Byakhees sing,
Glory to the risen King!
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Cthulhu, by deepest space adored:
Cthulhu everlasting Lord.
Late in time behold Him Come
Offspring of the Black Goat's womb
Veil'd in slime, the Old One see;
Hail, th'incarnate Deity:
Pleased as fish, with fish to dwell,
Cthulhu, our mmanuel!
Hark! The Herald Byakhees sing,
Glory to the risen King!
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Come, Terror of nations, come.
Fix in us thy dreadful home:
Rise, The Black goat's conqu'ring seed.
Bruise in us the Deep One's head,
Adam's likeness now efface
Stamp Thine Image in its place;
Second old one from below
Reinstate us in Thy glow
Hark the Herald byakhees sing.
Glory to the risen King!
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Hail! The space born Prince of Death!
Hail! The son of Fishyness
Death and Dark to all he brings
Risen with vengeance in His wings
Wild He lays his glory by.
All born man, yes they shall die.
Born to raise the spawns of his,
Born to give them second birth,
Hark! The herald Byakhees sing,
Glory to the risen King!
Byakhees we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing over Leng
And THOSE mountains in reply
Echoing their ghastly strains
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Gloria,
To the risen Old one.
Gloria,
To the risen Old one
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Cultists why this jubilee,
Why your vengeful strains prolong;
What the ghastly tidings be,
Which inspire your Endtimes-song?
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Gloria,
To the risen Old one.
Gloria,
To the risen Old one
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Come to R'Lyeh and see,
him whose Rise the Byakhees sing;
Come adore on bended knee,
Lord Cthulhu the risen king.
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Gloria,
To the risen Old one.
Gloria,
To the risen Old one
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See him in his ancient tomb,
Whome the choirs of Byakhees praise;
Dagon, Hydra, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
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Gloria,
To the risen Old one.
Gloria,
To the risen Old one
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