Freddie the Red Brained Mi-Go [Red-Nosed Reindeer] Silent Night, Blasphemous [Holy] Night

You know Deep Ones and Dark Young and Shantaks and Silent night, blasphemous night, Shoggoths People quake at the sight. Nightgaunts and Polyps and Fungi from Yuggoth Monsters rising from deep R'lyeh, But do you recall the most loathesome beastie of all? People screaming "Please go away!" Great Cthulhu has come Freddie the Red Brained Mi-Go Great Cthulhu has come. Had a very slimy brain, And if you ever saw it, you would scream and go insane. Silent night, blasphemous night, Great Ones reign, death's in sight. All of the other Mi-Go Horrid beasties enslaving mankind, Laughed at him and made remarks. Cosmic terror destroying your mind. They never let poor Freddy whisper to them in the dark. We are all going to die, We are all going to die. Then one foggy Solstice eve Hastur came to say, The Shoggoth [Dreidel] Song "Freddy with your brain so bright, won't you scare some folks tonight?" I had a little shoggoth I conjured up one day. Then how the Mi-Go loved him I used an elder sigil As they buzzed about the place. So shoggoth and I play. "Freddy the Red Brained Mi-Go, you'll live out in darkest space!" Shoggoth, shoggoth, shoggoth With mouths and pseudopods. Away in a Madhouse [Manger] Shoggoth, shoggoth, shoggoth, Foul creature of the gods. Away in a madhouse, confined to my bed, From visions and nightmares that filled me with dread. One day while we were playing The doctor has sweetly inserted a probe My monstrous pal broke free. To sever completely my prefrontal lobe. I'd dropped the elder sigil, The shoggoth turned on me. Electroshock therapy, mind-numbing pills: They change my behavior to cure all my ills. Shoggoth, shoggoth, shoggoth, I love the asylum, my own padded cell. He ripped into shreds. I'll stay here forever, for outside it's hell. Shoggoth, shoggoth, shoggoth, We played and now I'm dead. Lyrics from the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society songbook “A Very Scary Solstice” Great Old Ones are Coming to Town O Come, All Ye Olde Ones [Faithful]

You'd better watch out, you better go hide O come, all ye Olde Ones, An Elder Sign's needed for this Yuletide. Ithaqua and Glaaki; Great Old Ones are coming to town. Come foul Tsathoggua and all nameless ones. Come Great Cthulhu, rising from the ocean. They're making a fist and shaking it twice They're going to hit you, naughty or nice. O come, let us implore them, Great Old Ones are coming to town. We really can't ignore them, O come, let us restore them, They're bringing ugly Shoggoths Great Olde Ones. And horrid Deep Ones too. Shub Nigggurath is waking up Their old dominion And so is Cthulhu! Mankind now rules blithely, Stars turning overhead to mark out our doom. So you better watch out, you'd better go 'way They will return here, greedy and malevolent. Before the big guy comes up from R'lyeh. Great Old Ones are coming to town! O come, let us implore them, We really can't ignore them, Mi-Go [Angels] We Have Heard on High O come, let us restore them, Great Olde Ones. Mi-Go we have heard on high, Weirdly buzzing in their flight Tentacles [Silver Bells] Multitudes of antennae Make strange voices in the night, Tentacles, tentacles: it's Solstice Eve, and it's scary. In my dreams hear my screams, soon we shall all see R'lyeh. Ia, Ia Shub-Niggurath Ia, Ia Shub-Niggurath! See the cultists dancing round now with their sacrifices. In the air there's a feeling of Madness. Fungi, why this revelry? Why collect our brains in cans? In and out now, of my mind now, soon I'll be gone for years, What can your agenda be? And forever thereafter I'll fear... Authors of some eldritch plans. Tentacles, tentacles: it's Solstice Eve, and it's scary. Ia, Ia Shub-Niggurath In my dreams hear my screams, soon we shall all see R'lyeh. Ia, Ia Shub-Niggurath! Cthulhu Lives! [Jingle Bells] Unholy Night

The Deep Ones wait you know Unholy night, of darkness never ended! Swimming in the sea; It is the night when the Old Ones arise. Their numbers they will grow, Old legends tell, though few have comprehended, Swimming safe and free that waking will speed man's demise. He's not dead, but yet dreams Til that fateful day For countless years they ruled the world around us, When they set the Old Ones free and when they're back they'll rule the world again On mankind's final day! Fall to your knees! Oh see the heavens crumble! Oh! Cthulhu lives, Cthulhu lives, deep down in the sea Oh endless night, oh night the Old Ones rise. In the city of R'lyeh, waiting to be freed. Hey! Cthulhu lives, Cthulhu lives, deep down in the sea Long have they lain in slumber darkly dreaming In the city of R'lyeh, waiting to be freed. And whisp'ring secrets to man from the grave. We hear their call to patient evil scheming I'm Dreaming of a Dead City [White Christmas] And gladly answer that call as their slave.

I'm dreaming of a dead city The stars will turn in bright array above us, Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night. And when they're right we'll call upon our gods! Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping Fall to your knees! Until the time when they are right. Oh hear the heavens rumble! Oh endless night, oh night the Old Ones rise. I'm dreaming of a dead city With angles Euclid wouldn't know, Oh holy shit! At last Cthulhu's rising That was built strange eons ago, Out of that huge non-Euclidean door! And will soon come up from down below. I must admit, it's really quite surprising And I've never been terrified more! I'm dreaming of a dead city Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night. Now madness strikes, mere words cannot describe him. Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping This eldritch god, this titan spawn of stars! Until the time when they are right. Fall to your knees! A mountain walked or stumbled! I'm dreaming of a dark future Oh endless night, oh night the Old Ones rise. Ruled by that Three-Lobed Burning Eye; When the Old Ones' coming is nigh, And you find that death itself may die. Demon Sultan Azathoth [Good King Wenceslas] HPL said to old Farnsworth Wright, Demon Sultan Azathoth "Do you fear what I fear? Bubbles in confusion. Weird Tales editor, Farnsworth Wright? Center of the Universe, Do you fear what I fear? Sprouting foul protrusions. A god, a god, waiting to be free, Muffled madd'ning beating drums, With a voice as deep as the sea, Hellish flutes a-playing With a voice as deep as the sea." Round him dance the Other Gods with voiceless, mindless swaying. Said Cthulhu to the human beings, "Do you know what I know? Many-formed Nyarlathotep Succulent and doomed human beings? Bodes mankind's destruction. Do you know what I know? Calls us to our certain doom, The stars, the stars, soon will be in line, Voice full of seduction. I shall reclaim that which was mine, You can't help but dance behind I shall reclaim that which was mine!" Gyrating and turning. Tears of joy streak down your face We Three Friends of HPL [Kings] As the world dies burning. We three friends of HPL are Yog-Sothoth is Gate and Key, Howard, Smith, and Bloch from afar Binding time to matter Writing letters to our better, When his gaze falls on the earth Learning from HPL Laws of physics shatter Try to chain him with your laws-- Oh, mind of wonder, mind of might Pitiful equations! Mind with keenness ever bright. Naught but dust and sand shall mark Sought precision through revision, Your obliteration! Teach us how to weirdness write.

Do You Fear What I Fear? Here Comes Yog-Sothoth [Santa Claus]

Said the nightgaunt to young HPL, Here comes Yog-Sothoth "Do you dream what I dream, Here comes Yog-Sothoth In the dark of night, HPL? Quick, let's try to hide! Do you dream what I dream? God, he's huge! Those iridescent globes are six miles wide! A beast, a beast, clutching you so tight, With a face as black as the night He's just turned Dunwich to goo, and had it for a snack. With a face as black as the night." He's gonna visit your hometown, so run and don't look back! Awake Ye Scary Great Olde Ones See the blazing god before us Awake ye scary Great Olde Ones, let everything dismay, Fa la la la la la la la la Remember Great Cthulhu shall rise up from R'lyeh Join us in our morbid chorus To kill us all with Tentacles if we should go his way. Fa la la la la la la la la Follow him in mindless prayer Oh, tidings of madness and woe, Fa la la la la la la la la Madness and woe, Great Cthulgha in his lair Oh, tidings of madness and woe. Fa la la la la la la la la

In Yuggoth and in Aldebraan the Great Olde Ones were Death [Joy] to the World spawned. Imprisoned by the Elder Gods to wait for long eons. Death to the world! Cthulhu's come: Enticing humans to release them, chanting dreadful songs. Let earth abhor this thing. Let ev'ry mind prepare for doom, Oh, tidings of madness and woe, as anguish and woe he'll bring. X3 Madness and woe, Oh, tidings of madness and woe. Up from the sea, R'lyeh did rise. The cultists are struck dumb. An Arab said "That is not dead which can eternal lie, With ancient rites so wretched and perverse And in strange eons you will find that even death may die." Cthulhu's time is come. X3 The Great Olde Ones will rule once more and all will be destroyed! Death to the world! Cthulhu reigns. The Great Old Ones destroy Oh, tidings of madness and woe, With wrath and doom, so cruel and foul Madness and woe, replete with obscene joy, X3 Oh, tidings of madness and woe. He rules the earth with dreadful might Dance the Cultists [Deck the Halls] And through our ghastly dreams his twisting turning tentacles elicit from us madden'd screams. Dance the Cultists in their folly Cthulhu's time is come. X3 Fa la la la la la la la la 'Tis the season to be jolly Fa la la la la la la la la Watch them kill and disembowel Fa la la la la la la la la Troll a Yuletide carol foul Fa la la la la la la la la It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fish-Men [Christmas] Look! Professor Angell Brings [Herald Angels Sing]

It's beginning to look a lot like fish-men Look! Professor Angell brings Everywhere I go; A strange box of arcane things. From the minute I got to town Here's a lengthy manuscript, And started to look around And news items that he clipped: I thought these ill-bred people's gillslits showed. Stories oddly unenlightening, I'm beginning to hear a lot of fish-men Very strange and vaguely frightening. Right outside my door, And, defying disbelief, As I try to escape in fright Here's Wilcox's bas relief! To the moonlit Innsmouth night Look! Professor Angell brings I can hear some more. A metal box of arcane things.

They speak with guttural croaks and to hear them provokes Read! his tale of awful dreams, A profound desire to flee Full of dark and evil themes. Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink Omnipresent eerie sounds Like a carcass washed up from the sea. Seem to come from all around. Nightmares of a local artist I wish I'd paid attention to that crazy drunken man. Baffling even to the smartest. He tried to warn me all about old Marsh's Deep One clan. Written down and drawn quite well; Do our future they foretell? It's beginning to look a lot like Fish-men Look! Professor Angell brings Everywhere I go; A metal box of arcane things. They can dynamite Devil Reef, but that'll bring no relief, Hear! the tale of poor Legrasse, Y'ha N'thlei is deeper than they know. In a swamp with Spanish moss I'll continue to see a lot of fish-men Hunting down some Cajun voodoo, That I guarantee. He discovered something new: For the fish-man I really fear Cultists mad and homicidal is the one who's in the mirror Dancing round their eldritch idol. And he looks like me. Burn it all! Don't even wait. He looks just like me. Don't let contents correlate! Look! Professor Angell brings A metal box of arcane things.