The Hounds of Tindalos - A Cthulhu Mythos Song | Frank Belknap Long | Lovecraft

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Lyrics:

A terrible and unspeakable deed was done in the beginning—
Before time, the deed, and from the deed—they are coming!
The seeds of the deed move through angles,
In dim recesses of time. They are hungry and athirst!

They are hungry and athirst!

They move slowly through the angles,
They have no bodies,
And they move slowly through outrageous angles,
The foul expresses itself through angles,
The pure through curves.
They are lean and athirst—
The Hounds of Tindalos!

They scented me—they are horrors of the soul, and yet they are real.
All the evil in the universe was concentrated in their lean, hungry bodies—
They scented me—they have no bodies.
But I heard them breathe. I felt their breath upon my face.

Men awake in them cosmic hungers,
They thirst for that in us which is clean.
They are that which fell away from cleanliness,
Bodies of death, receptacles of all foulness.

They move slowly through the angles,
They have no bodies,
And they move slowly through outrageous angles,
The foul expresses itself through angles,
The pure through curves.
They are lean and athirst—
The Hounds of Tindalos!

They can only reach us through angles—
We must eliminate all angles.
Plaster the corners, round the crevices—
We must make this room a sphere.

Smoke is pouring from the corners of the wall,
Their tongues—ahhhh—

They move slowly through the angles,
They have no bodies,
And they move slowly through outrageous angles,
The foul expresses itself through angles,
The pure through curves.
They are lean and athirst—
The Hounds of Tindalos!

They are beyond good and evil as we know it.
In the spheres through which they move
There is no thought, no morals, no right or wrong.
There is merely the pure and the foul.

(They scented me!)
They move slowly through the angles,
They have no bodies,
And they move slowly through outrageous angles,
(They scented me!)
The foul expresses itself through angles,
(They scented me!)
The pure through curves.
They are lean and athirst—
(They scented me!)
The Hounds of Tindalos!

I fled screaming through time—
I fled down quintillions of years—
But they scented me.
(They scented me!)
The Hounds of Tindalos!