In the town of Dunwich
In a large country house upslope
It was five in the morning
When Wilbur Whateley was born

His mother was one of the decadent Whateleys
Albino woman, slightly deformed
Stepfather was half-crazy
Elderly man, for witchcraft known

Dark, goat like infant
With phenomenal growth
Soon became an ugly boy
For his father he invoked:

''The Old ones were, the Old ones are
Great Old ones will always be
Past, presence and the future
All are one in Yog-Sothoth

Yog-Sothoth, please help me''

Our Wilbur Whateley, diabolical creature
Tried to destroy the human race
But he burst into crimson heyday
Before he dragged the Earth to nameless place

Wilbur Whateley Lyrics

TIRANIA