Author's Note: Based on The Dunwich Horror, written in 1928.
There is a small town in Massachusetts
From which travellers tend to keep away
Evil and darkness dwells there, they say
One event in Dunwich will never be forgotten
People say there are voices in the hills
Foul smells and strange winds in the ruins
Birds wait for death to claim human souls
But these are just old tales told for thrills
It was in 1913 that Wilbur Whateley was born
The son of a madwoman with a father unknown
The grandson of a deranged and wicked warlock
A mysterious family shown nothing but scorn
Stranger and stranger became the son
Acting as one thrice his age by four
Speaking and conversing on old and evil lore
Calling upon the outer gods from far away
Bursts of flame and fire could be seen
On Sentinel Hill throughout the year
Cattle bought simply vanish
Doomed in a fiery night on Halloween
Night strikes in Dunwich
When the fire blazes on the hills
A horror hidden in the mansion
In the dark see something eldritch
By now the son is taller than tall
A brute in body but not in mind
Well versed in the darkest secrets
Said to have spelled his mother's fall
Lammas night the doctor was called
Old Whateley lay at death's door
He gave one final message and breathed no more
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Searching for a certain wicked book
Wilbur began to search the libraries
Refused at Miskatonic and so
County to county he travels to look
Dr. Armitage sent a warning across the state
A message to prevent the book's removal
For it was the Latin Necronomicon
That infamous book of chaos and hate
The Whateley copy lacked a certain page
Required to unlock the universal door
To let Yog-Sogoth descend and rule forevermore
But Wilbur's quest was denied
Night strikes in Dunwich
When the fire blazes on the hills
A horror hidden in the mansion
In the dark see something eldritch
In desperation the seeker went to intrude
Breaking into the library to steal the volume
But that attempt would bring his doom
Struck down by the ready guard dog
The professors arrived to receive a shock
As Wilbur's body dissolved to slime
Revealed to be a hybrid human abomination
While the Whateley estate was left without a lock
Mansion shattered from within
As is something emerged forth
Left cylindrical tracks heading north
The invisible horror of Dunwich
Dogs large and small howling every night
Trees and houses crushed and destroyed
No human or cattle to be left alone
With the town cowering in terror and fright
Relying on Dr. Armitage and his colleagues
To search for the tools to defeat the being
Spending endless hours reading
From the Whateley's eldritch tomes
From Wilbur's diary magic secrets are unsealed
Ways to stun, appease and slay the horror
The professors from Arkham marched to the mountain
Armed with new-learned skills to show the fiend revealed
Armitage, Rice and Morgan stood on the peak
One adjusted the device to cause the horror pain
Made the abomination visible and drove a man insane
The creature began to scream
The horror cried out in anguish
First in a long-forgotten tongue
But then more coherently as it caught ablaze
In English
You see, Wilbur took after his mother
Pale, with two legs and arms and eyes
But his brother on the other hand
He took after his father
Night strikes in Dunwich
When the fire blazes on the hills
A horror hidden in the mansion
In the dark see something eldritch
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