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Here's my contribution, lyrics based on part 3 of Lovecraft's The Case of Charles Dexter Ward, A Search and an Evocation. I used a lot of words and phrases directly from the text.
A Cat Named Nig
In a house on Angell Street, in Providence
A cat named Nig slumbers silently
And but for Charles Ward’s decadence
The cat named Nig stirs violently
Certain tones were heard behind the door
As he bristled and arched his back
For the fright that would afflict him that night
Were from beyond the black
Chantings and repetitions
Thunderous declamations
Uncanny rhythms
The quality in the voice that spake the
Necromancy of the twilight beyond time!
'Per Adonai Eloim, Adonai Jehova,
Adonai Sabaoth, Metraton On Agla Mathon,
verbum pythonicum, mysterium salamandrae,
conventus sylvorum, antra gnomorum,
daemonia Coeli God, Almonsin, Gibor, Jehosua,
Evam, Zariatnatmik, veni, veni, veni.'
Timeless repetition
Pandaemonic howling
All-pervasive odour
The rising of that which should have
Long been deceased.
Out of the dark spake the eldritch voice
Haunting in its dissimilarity
The voice of centuried dirt and rot
The voice of Joseph Curwen!
And there was no mistaking that nightmare phrase:
'DIES MIES JESCHET BOENE
DOESEF DOUVEMA ENITEMAUS.'
Daylight darkened and silence thundered
As the chanting struck again:
'Yi nash Yog Sothoth he lgeb throdag'
'Yi nash Yog Sothoth he lgeb throdag'
'Yi nash Yog Sothoth he lgeb throdag' –
‘Yah!’
Muffled conversation behind the nightmare door
Of a quality disturbing to the soul
The voice whose mind is drenched in eldritch lore
Past time and fate he stole
Madness and insanity
Fainting and fright
The wizard of centuries
Rises tonight
An hour before
In the basement is found
The stiffened body
Of one who found out
Stricken with fear
Distorted mouth
The cat named Nig
Had died beyond doubt
A Cat Named Nig
In a house on Angell Street, in Providence
A cat named Nig slumbers silently
And but for Charles Ward’s decadence
The cat named Nig stirs violently
Certain tones were heard behind the door
As he bristled and arched his back
For the fright that would afflict him that night
Were from beyond the black
Chantings and repetitions
Thunderous declamations
Uncanny rhythms
The quality in the voice that spake the
Necromancy of the twilight beyond time!
'Per Adonai Eloim, Adonai Jehova,
Adonai Sabaoth, Metraton On Agla Mathon,
verbum pythonicum, mysterium salamandrae,
conventus sylvorum, antra gnomorum,
daemonia Coeli God, Almonsin, Gibor, Jehosua,
Evam, Zariatnatmik, veni, veni, veni.'
Timeless repetition
Pandaemonic howling
All-pervasive odour
The rising of that which should have
Long been deceased.
Out of the dark spake the eldritch voice
Haunting in its dissimilarity
The voice of centuried dirt and rot
The voice of Joseph Curwen!
And there was no mistaking that nightmare phrase:
'DIES MIES JESCHET BOENE
DOESEF DOUVEMA ENITEMAUS.'
Daylight darkened and silence thundered
As the chanting struck again:
'Yi nash Yog Sothoth he lgeb throdag'
'Yi nash Yog Sothoth he lgeb throdag'
'Yi nash Yog Sothoth he lgeb throdag' –
‘Yah!’
Muffled conversation behind the nightmare door
Of a quality disturbing to the soul
The voice whose mind is drenched in eldritch lore
Past time and fate he stole
Madness and insanity
Fainting and fright
The wizard of centuries
Rises tonight
An hour before
In the basement is found
The stiffened body
Of one who found out
Stricken with fear
Distorted mouth
The cat named Nig
Had died beyond doubt
Good ol' racist Lovecraft.
