Traveling across the ocean,
Reaching the coordinates in many days;
Looking at globe, the Earth looks without land,
And all life seems to have grayed.
The stories were thought to be all fiction,
The writer was loved and hated;
But one man's tales are another's truth,
Some of us are stable, some adventure-fated.
We lost a couple men on the voyage,
But they knew what we would go through;
It is what we all have been bound to,
The call of Kthulu.
