great cthulhu ever the warrior god of all the old ones he is the most terrible for it is his delight to slay and lay waste to everything that lies beneath his taloned feet and the very lust to conquer what was once free drives him onward across the heavens and through the spheres it was he and his spawn that defeated the elder things who had long possessed sovereignty of this world before he descended on his gray and leathern wings through the upper gate opened by yog sothoth on the walls of lost cities and in the carvings of madmen who have glimpsed him in their dreams is his image delineated within a tomb protected by great seals he lies in death under the weight of the dark waters of the deep yet he dreams still and in his dreams continues to rule this world for his thoughts master the wills of lesser creatures when the stars in their endless turnings assume the angles of the same rays they shed down in the primordial dawn of the world then does r lyeh rise upward so the house of cthulhu emerges from under his watery prison the mind of the god waxes strong and he sends forth his will to those men who are open to his influence the command to release the seals that bind his tomb always the stars never remain in alignment long enough for the enslaved men to reach distant r lyeh before r yleh sinks once more under the sea severing the bond between the will of cthulhu and the flesh of those he has enthralled leaving them to wail in confusion and despair upon the bosom of the vacant sea 