Yog-Sothoth - The Curse of Innsmouth

In shadows deep, where secrets sleep, the coastal town awaits,
A cursed place, with sullen face, beneath the starless gates.
Through ancient streets, where silence greets, the whispers of the damned,
The ocean's call, consuming all, by Obed Marsh's hand.

"As the moonlit tide whispers secrets of abyssal realms, the doomed forsake their humanity, merging with the abyss to serve the Deep Ones eternally."

Beneath the waves, in secret caves, the ancient horrors lie,
With eyes aglow, from depths below, they pierce the midnight sky.
The hybrid kin, with ghastly grin, walk in the twilight's blight,
Their fates entwined, by pact signed, in moonless, restless night.

Transformation
Degeneration
The curse consumes them all!
Desperation
Obliteration
They heed the ocean's call!

"Behold the cursed shores of Innsmouth,
Where the sea breathes whispers of madness,
Ancient pact with the deep ones,
Their eyes ablaze with unearthly light,
We are vessels of doom,
Lost in the abyss of our own making,
Innsmouth's curse, our eternal burden."

Zadok's tale, a chilling wail, of gods beneath the sea,
The lurking dread, of things unsaid, and monstrous progeny.
Olmstead's flight, through darkened night, the truth too vile to bear,
A family line, in brine entwined, his blood a living snare.

Transformation
Degeneration
The curse consumes them all!
Desperation
Obliteration
They heed the ocean's call!