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