A drawing of a woman with a sword and a demon on her head

From the depths he emerges, The Cthulhu's Parade in crimson hues. Whispers of the otherworldly echo, A festival where madness and beauty fuse. In the night sky adorned with abyssal splendor, Feathers stained with blood dance and soar. Entwined by threads of fate, The deranged revel in ecstasy's roar. Oh mighty Cthulhu, ruler of the depths, In our pursuit of desires so forlorn, We embark on a path of madness and despair, Guided by the disciples of the one we adorn. On the grand boulevard, grotesque forms stride, Where terror and beauty intertwine. In the realm betwixt dreams and nightmares, We surrender ourselves to euphoria's shrine. Praise his name, the great Cthulhu, Monarch of the abyss, the wellspring of our insanity. In this eternal procession's stage, We celebrate the coming of the world's calamity.