Calling on the Wind Words by James Westbrooks © 1995 TTTO Colors of the Wind by Alan MenkenYou think you know the only god to pray to And Cthulhu's just myth beneath the sea But I know all the names of all the Old Ones All my life have their spirits lived in me. You think that every god must look like people And not some icky thing from outer space But if you walk beside Nyarlathotep You'll meet things that have no face, that have no face. Have you ever seen the Shoggoth in the pale moonlight? Or asked the cats of Luthar why they grin? Can you sing to Azathoth high in the mountains? Can you hear Cthulhu calling on the wind? Can you hear Cthulhu calling on the wind? Come follow hidden paths that lead to nowhere Come taste the fresh cut fungi from Yuggoth Come roll in lotus flowers brought from Sarnath And for once, dream the dream your kind forgot. Byathis and his kin they are my brothers The Black Goat's thousand young they are my friends And we will someday merge with one another In a mythos, in a tale that never ends. Have you ever seen the Shoggoth in the pale moonlight? Or let the Deep Ones speak of where they've been? Can you sing to Azathoth high in the mountains? Can you hear Cthulhu calling on the wind? Can you hear Cthulhu calling on the wind? Bridge: Where does the Miskatonic flow? If you dam it up, you won't ever know. And you'll never see the Shoggoth in the pale moonlight For whether we have scales or human skin We need to sing to Azathoth high in the mountains, We need to hear Cthulhu calling on the wind, We need to hear Cthulhu calling on the wind. You can sail the seas and still He will wait and dream until You can hear Cthulhu calling on the wind.