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Only degeneration rules in this place

Can’t you feel the ghastly embrace?

Various awful things here to find

Which let you slowly lose your mind

In this weird and decadent town

Terror rises from dusk till dawn

The streets deserted all day long

But mysterious noises sound strong

A disgusting stench of fish everywhere

Completes this monstrous nightmare

Dagon’s esoteric order—definition of doom

Brought unholiness, evil and gloom

From the church with the leaning tower

Saturnine choirs at the darkest hour

Wicked creatures came from the shore

Known religions exiled forever more

Innsmouth’s shadows constantly grow

And spread their wings black as a crow