Lyrics

[Verse I. The Hills Watch]
In the hills where the wind forgets its name
The trees bend low in ancestral shame
A farmhouse rots on blasted land
Where stars fall wrong and shadows stand

Old Whateley spoke with eyes like stone
His child was born with flesh unknown
A mother's scream, a goat's last breath
A bloodline sealed in rites of death

They said the boy grew far too fast
He walked by three, he spoke the past
At ten he read forbidden lore
His hands unclean, his mind—much more

[Verse II. Dust of the Ancients]
He sought the gate, he fed the stones
The cattle died, the winds moaned low
He climbed the peaks with chants and bone
To summon what should never grow

They found him torn in Miskatonic’s halls
A beast with claws, and hoof-born maws
His final words, a pleading cry:
"Open the gate — or let me die!"

But death was kind, for what came next
Was not of birth, but blighted text
A storm unseen, a crushing weight
Invisible, with mindless hate

[Verse III. The Horror Rises]
Dunwich screamed as night fell red
The woods gave birth to things long dead
Doors were crushed, the towers swayed
The sky was ripped, the hills decayed

Each step it took, the earth would quake
Its mouthless roar, the silence break
The trees bent back as if in pain
And still, no man could see its frame

A thing not born of mortal womb
It climbed from out its brother’s tomb
A half-formed god, a cosmic wretch
A shadow's son in mortal flesh

[Verse IV. The Name Unspoken]
They climbed the ridge with spell and rite
To banish what could shatter night
Through ancient words and holy fire
They called its name — its rage, entire

And then it spoke — a sob, a plea
A child not meant to ever be
"Father... help me… Can’t you see?
Why was I left… and not set free?"

Its form unmasked in final scream
A mass of limbs and star-born gleam
The spawn of Yog-Sothoth, undone—
The gate was closed… but not the sun

[Outro]
Now Dunwich sleeps, the hills are still
But something stirs beneath the hill
It waits and dreams beneath the loam...
Someday, the gate will lead it home.