Swato's Choral Squids

[Swatopluk]

Vile Ghouls
OT: The Wild Boys
T: Simon Le Bon
M: Duran Duran

The vile ghouls are crawling
On their way back from the cliff
In gibbous moon's surrender to
A storm cloud on the rise
Vile ghouls' manners are so gory
Dog-faced, always hungered
From the Peaks of Thok they trail
Because there're corpses by the roadside/in the graveyard
In the cold afraid wake world

They nauseate us
But aren't they without blame?

Vile ghouls, do you know them?
Vile ghouls, they are born this way
Vile ghoul, when you close your eyes
Vile ghoul is a ... child

You get shin meat for a welcome
There's blutwurst freshly made
And their raw T-bone steak's really fine
Their guts paté is great
Vile ghouls, yonder there is glory
Pose before my easel
Though the cavillers will yell
Art lovers will try to discover
(The) Secret but will fail

They tried to shame me
Won't see my likes again

Vile ghouls, now I know you
Vile ghouls, I now choose you ways
Vile ghouls, I don't close my eyes
Vile ghouls I will join

Notes:
This is obviously the parting song of the morbid painter Pickmann before he disappeared and (as we learned from Randolph Carter) joined the ghouls. For the strange connections between ghouls and children (and the childlike character of those loveable little grave defilers and corpse gourmets) we refer the reader to the stories "Pickmann's Model" and "The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath" by H.P.Lovecraft.



Cthulhu Our Dismay
OT: Lili Marleen
T: Hans Leip 1915
M: Norbert Schultze 1938

Deep down in the ocean
In eternal night
Far from wave commotion
And far from any light
There lies the city of R'lyeh
Wherein there sleeps until this day
Twixt ruin and decay
Cthulhu our dismay

Up there in the heaven
Stars move to their place
Stir up in the cavern
The spawn of Elder Race
Down in the city of R'lyeh
Wherein has slept until this day
Twixt ruin and decay
Cthulhu our dismay

In the swamp the fires
Burns and drums resound
Filled with dark desires
The cultists dance around
Idols that came from dark R'lyeh
Where among ruin and decay
Has slept until this day
Cthulhu our dismay

Soon will come the hour
When spells no longer bind
Old One will devour
Our feeble soul and mind
When he arises from R'lyeh
Who betwixt ruins and decay
Has waited for this day
Cthulhu our dismay

Mankind's rule is over
Come the dreaded date
Over us does hover
A most unpleasant fate
We will abandon hope that day
When we'll all see the dark R'lyeh
And are turned into prey
Cthulhu comes to slay

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In R'lyehs düst'ren Hallen/In R'lyeh's darkest chamber
OT: In diesen heil'gen Hallen
(aria of Sarastro from The Magic Flute)
T: Johann Joseph (later Emanuel) Schikaneder (1791?)
M: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1791)


In R'lyehs düst'ren Hallen
Cthulhu liegt und träumt
So tief ist er gefallen
Hat seinen Thron geräumt
Er ist gewahr der Sterne Bahn
Sie sagen/künden ihm die Rückkehr an

Aus R'lyehs düst'ren Mauern
Schickt er die Träume aus
Er läßt die Welt erschauern
Den Menschen packt der Graus
Denn wenn vom Schlummer er erwacht
Versinkt die Welt in ew'ger Nacht

Aus R'lyehs Grabestiefe
Da tritt er bald herfür
Oh daß der ewig schliefe!
Doch offen ist die Tür
Dann läutet er das Ende ein
Und wird erneut der Herrrscher sein

In R'lyeh's darkest chamber
Cthulhu lies alone
By few is he remembered
Now empty stands his throne
But in the sky the pale stars burn
And they announce his swift return

From R'lyeh's murky temple
Cthulhu sends his dreams
He makes man shake and tremble
The psychic sweats and screams
Cause he awakes when stars are right
World gets engulfed in endless night

From R'lyeh's vault infernal
He soon comes to the fore
Oh were his sleep eternal!
But open is the door
The final bell he then will ring
And rule once more on Earth as king

For the repeating pattern of the last two lines of each stanza please check the opera score.

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Wer hat bloß Cthulhu den Alten geweckt?
OT: Wer hat bloß den Käse zum Bahnhof gerollt?
(Who has rolled the cheese to the railway station?)
T/M: Franz Strassmann 1926 (not 1927 as given in the link)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWK1HkBH62U

Wer hat bloß Cthulhu den Alten geweckt?
Das is entsetzlich, wer konnte sowas tun?
Wer hat die Untat ausgeheckt?
Die Polizei ist in den Sumpf geeilt
Und hat das Kultvolk eingesteckt
Trotzdem hat man Cthulhu den Alten geweckt

Who woke up the Old One Cthulhu by name?
That's a desaster, who could do such a thing?
For he will drive us all insane/That guy must have been all insane
The swamp police caught all the cultist men
Who where a-dancing round the flame
But someone has woken Cthulhu, oh shame

Vetustum Cthulhum quis suscitavit?
Nefas immane, quis est qui fecerit?
Profecto is deliravit
Etsi Legrasse intrata palude
Cultores pravos captavit
Tamen quisquam Cthulhum resuscitavit

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Hail Great Old One
OT:Hail to the Chief
T: Albert Gamse
M: James Sanderson (circa 1810)

Hail Great Old One who now sleeps down in the ocean
Hail Great Old One who may wake up any day
Hail Great Old One to whom we pledge deep devotion
In foul derangement  these victims we do slay

Your's is to maim, to fill this our world with madness
That was foretold and that's what you will do
Hail Insane One  that the cult awaits with gladness
Hail to the Great Old One, Hail Cthulhu!


Madness Coming Forth
OT: Freedom Come-All-Ye
T/M: Hamish Henderson 1960
(adapting the tune of The Bloody Fields of Flanders)

Howling winds churn the sea to foaming
On the rocks waves are turned to salty spray
Storm clouds rise up in (the) ominous gloaming
Form/Bring the right ambience for/to this fateful day
Through the swell breaks a sunken city
For/To the sky reach the/her buildings strange and old
Statues stare, eyes devoid of pity
Nothing stirs yet in streets all dark and cold

Let the quietness not be deceiving
Mark that tomb that lies at the city's core
What's in there it will soon be leaving
Out of the gates through that cyclopean door
Human words they can not describe him
A mountain walking or stumbling He
Our weak mind it can not abide him
Great Cthulhu spreader of insanity

Woes is us for the Old One's coming
Who so long slept deep down in dark R'lyeh
In the swamp hear the cultists drumming
And the screams of the victims that they slay
Drop all hope that there will be sparing
Man, your life it's done and all forfeit
A mere look by his wild eyes glaring
Drives away any doubt you may have had.

[Swatopluk]

Here's the collection as pdf. Still has to be lectored though.

[Swatopluk]

Deepie Girl (in the Mythos world)
OT: Barbie Girl

Old Man Marsh: Hi Deepie!
Deep One Girl: Hi Marsh!
M: Do you wanno go for dark rites?
D: Sure Marsh!
M: Chant in!

D:
I'm a Deep One Girl, in the Mythos world
I'm a pagan, worship Dagon
I don't have any hair, am slimy everywhere
Abomination, that is my vocation!
M:
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy

D:
I'm a Deep One Girl, in the Mythos world
I'm a pagan, worship Dagon
I don't have any hair, am slimy everywhere
Abomination, that is my vocation!

I'm a pale toadlike girl in the HPL world
Outlandish, smell like fish, I'm abhorrent

M:
We are all willing slaves of the Spawn from the stars
That now rests in the Deep, Great Cthulhu

D:
You can snatch, you can slay, if you say: "Cthulhu rules!"
(fhtagn)

I'm a Deep One Girl, in the Mythos world
I'm a pagan, worship Dagon
I don't have any hair, am slimy everywhere
Abomination, that is my vocation!

M:
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(I - i - i - ä)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(fhtagn, fhtagn)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(I - i - i - ä)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(fhtagn, fhtagn)

D:
All my kind has in mind is the Old One's release
Sacrifice human spies, victim beg on your knees!
M:
Come chant in, slimy friend, let us do it again
Innsmouth Town all our own and all creepy
D:
You can snatch, you can slay, if you say: "Cthulhu rules!"
You can snatch, you can slay, if you say: "Cthulhu rules!"

M:
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(I - i - i - ä)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(fhtagn, fhtagn)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(I - i - i - ä)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(fhtagn, fhtagn)

D:
I'm a Deep One Girl, in the Mythos world
I'm a pagan, worship Dagon
I don't have any hair, am slimy everywhere
Abomination, that is my vocation!

I'm a Deep One Girl, in the Mythos world
I'm a pagan, worship Dagon
I don't have any hair, am slimy everywhere
Abomination, that is my vocation!

M:
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(I - i - i - ä)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(fhtagn, fhtagn)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(I - i - i - ä)
Come on Deepie, let's be creepy
(fhtagn, fhtagn)

D: Oh, I wanna be a Great Old One!
M: Well Deepie, we're just getting started
D: Oh, mate with me Marsh!

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7yYh0VxyNs

[Swatopluk]

I hope there are not too many errors in grammar in this one

Poulpe Grand
OT: Le veau d'or
Song of Mephistopheles from Gounod's opera Faust

Poulpe grand est toujour dormant
On prie pour sa retour
On prie pour sa retour
Dans regions tenebreuxe du monde
Pour fêter l'infàme idole
Culte rameute dans le/la? bayou
Au bruit sombre des tambours
Danse une ronde folle
Autour de son piédestale
Autour de son piédestale
Sifflet mal guidet le bal (etc.)

Poulpe grand c'est Cthulhu Vieux
Engeance resurgente
Engeance resurgente
Le monste abject et très muqueux
Il contemple, ô rage étrange
A ses pieds le culte acien / l'union ancienne
On exhibe (le) signe de Cain
Dans le sang et dans la fange
Celebrent rituel letal
Celebrent rituel letal
Sifflet mal guidet le bal (etc.)

Translation:
The great cephalopod is still asleep
One prays for its return
One prays for its return
In the dark corners of the Earth
To celebrate the infamous idol
The cult gathers in the bayou
To the somber sound of drums
They dance a wild round
Around His pedestal
Around His pedestal
And an evil flute guides the dance (etc.)

The great cephalopod, it's Cthulhu the Old (One)
Returning Spawn
Returning Spawn
The abject monster is very slimy
It contemplates, oh weird frenzy
At his feet the ancient cult/covenant
Bearing/exhibiting the sign of Cain
In the blood and in the mud/mire
The celebrate the/a lethal ritual
The celebrate the/a lethal ritual
And an evil flute guides the dance (etc.)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muy6DtnZ2Xg

[Swatopluk]

Now, we'll move into controversial territory

God save (us from) the Great Old One
(T/M:traditional)

Down in the ocean deep
Does Great Cthulhu sleep
In dark R'lyeh
From there his dreams he sends
That spread fear through the land
Drives sensitives around the bend
Causes great dismay

Empty His seat and throne
Carved out of greenish stone
Covered with mould
But when the stars are right
He will arise in might
Once more all world be filled with fright
As in days of old

Hail thee, oh Great Old One
Mankind will be undone
When you awake
We wish you swift rebirth
The sea already stirs
And in the deep this very Earth's
Foundations shake/quake

Soon comes the final day
You will rise from R'lyeh
And mankind dies
When comes that fatal dawn
You and your vile star-spawn
Will execute the plans long drawn
(Up) For our demise

Deep Ones and shoggoths all
Eager await your call
And your command
Once they receive the news
Ev'rywhere hell'll break loose
Blood will drip then from claw and tooth
On sea, air and land

Warning: Tune for next song is banned in Germany, Austria and maybe some other countries as well. Be careful about where and how to use it. It can be costly or get you even into prison (That's not a joke!!!)

The Hoarse Wassail Song
OT: Horst-Wessel song
origin of tune: unsettled

Den Fangarm hoch! Formiert euch jetzt zum Kreise!
Das Feuer brennt und dumpf die Trommel schallt
|: Oh, Alte, kommt und nehmt die Opfer euch zur Speise
Ihr Todesschrei hall weit durch Sumpf und Wald :|

Schon schalten frei der Ghoul und die Shoggothen
Es bricht sich Bahn der Albtraum ew'ger Nacht
|: Denn/Doch wisse, Mensch, all dieses sind ja nur Vorboten
Es naht der Tag, Cthulhu bald erwacht :|

Zum letzten Mal die Trommel wird geschlagen
Cthulhu's Kult zum Opfer steht bereit
|: Bald wird R'lyeh das finst're wieder hoch aufragen
Der Menschheit bleibt jetzt nur noch kurze Zeit :|

Tentacles high! A circle form this hour!
The fire burns and loud the drums resound
|: Oh Old Ones come, we offer victims to devour
Let cries of death fill swamp and woods around :|

Already free are ghouls and shoggoths roaming
The nightmare spreads of dark eternal night
|: But know you, man, that all these things are just foreboding
The day is near that He will rise with might :|

The drums are beat the final hour marking
Cthulhu's cult now stands before his shrine
|: Tow'ring above R'lyeh's high walls the skyline dark'ning
For man remains now but a little time :|

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Old Man Marsh and the Deep Ones
OT: Das Lied der Schlümpfe / The Smurf Song
T/M: Vader (Father) Abraham

Tell me, where are you at home?
   All the oceans we do roam.
Are you covered all with slime?
   Yes we are and we feel fine.
And have you all such an ugly voice?
   Having gills leaves us not much choice.
Here is a tune that you could croak.
   That would be perfect for us/our folk

Spoken: The piper leads the tune
(dissonant pipes play the refrain)
Spoken: Deepie Girls begin
   Lalala etc.
Spoken: Now the males
   Lalala etc.
Spoken: And now altogether
   Lalala etc.

Why are you Deep Ones full of hate?
   Nobody likes with us to mate
Is Great Cthulhu still asleep?
   Yes, he still slumbers in the Deep
What will He do when the stars are right?
   Rise from the sea all the world to fight
Now second time croak the refrain
   Without harmony once again

   Lalala etc.
(screams in the background)
Spoken: Hey, no slaughter before we have finished
   Lalala etc.
Spoken: Come on, more off-key/out-of-key
Shout from Chorus: Oh, sorry
   Lalala etc. (even more dissonant)

What TV shows do you watch?
   We think Fox News is top-notch
Have you allies on dry land?
   Yes, Dick Cheney* is our friend
Will you soon destroy mankind?
   That's our mission, quite well-defined
But what will happen then/now to me?
   We will drive you to insanity

   Lalala etc.
(interrupted by first screams then mad laughter)

*alternatives: Bill O'Reilly, Tom Tancredo, 'Yes, Rush Limbaugh' etc.

Instead of Lalala it is possible to sing:
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh R'lyeh C'thulhu
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh R'lyeh C'thulhu
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh R'lyeh C'thulhu fhtagn
(Pronounce: Finn-glui moh-gel-wnaff Ree-lay Ke-thoo-loo fa-ta-gen)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jH0K1F_Jtkg

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS5ER8HaIhU

[Swatopluk]

After a long hiatus, here's a new entry into the song book.

Original: Conquest of Paradise, tune by Vangelis(1992), lyrics by Dana Winner(2002)

Fright in the Heart of Man
There hides a fright in the heart of man
It haunts our sleep in the night
A fear that grows within every soul
Like wings of doom taking flight/block the light

Quite soon's the day He'll make his return
All mortal things he will slay
In his dark heart boundless hatred burns
Mankind's done come the day

Deep in the sea there's a sunken place
Where Great Old Ones wait their day
It's here on earth that an Elder Race
Lies fast asleep in R'lyeh

Come - wake from your sleep
Spawn/Beast from the stars
Retrieve your old power
Now, here is the place
Here on this earth
This is the hour

Cthulhu's kindred will rule again
Earth again they will own
We have no chance, no, we'll all be slain
He came here first, made his home

His dream now reaches us from his lair
The stars are right in the skies
Forebodings now fill us with despair
With aeons strange death may die

Come - wake from your sleep
Spawn/Beast from the stars
Retrieve your old power
Now, here is the place
Here on this earth
This is the hour

There hides a fright in the heart of man
It haunts our sleep in the night
A fear that grows within every soul
Like wings of doom taking flight/block the light
Like wings of doom taking flight/block the light

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_I5stUDniy4

Edit: I also attach the galley proof stage of the Songbook again. I corrected a serial error in the table of contents.
General proofreading and comments would be appreciated.

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Tonight (what fright)
Text: Stephen Sondheim
Music: leonard Bernstein

Tonight, what fright, won't be just any night
Tonight there will be no morning star
Tonight, tonight, Cthulhu wakes tonight
And for him, stars will drop where they are

Today, strange aeons have gone passing
The desert demons howl it
The stars they are a-right

Oh Doom, oh blight
HE means relentless fray, endless night
Tonight

Today, the world will fall to madness
No place for Man to live in
It's useless him to fight

But here you are
And this is now your world, Spawn of Stars
I-ä!!!!

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I-ä! We serve the Great Old Ones
OT: Ja, Gott hat alle Kinder lieb
T/M: Margret Birkenfeld
http://www.kinder-lernen-so.de/Ja_Gott_hat_alle_Kinder.pdf

1.
I'm shaman of the Esquimaux
Call Greenland's ice my home
My idol's made/carved from walrus tusk
I chant until I foam

Refr.
I-ä! We serve the Great Old Ones
There's a cult in ev'ry land
We commit abominations, vile abominations
Cultists of all races join your hands!

2.
I am the priest in yellow robes
A mask that/it hides my face
I lead the cult on Leng plateau
Am from another/a diff'rent race

3.
I live in darkest Africa
Am called a voodoo priest
But what the cult and I adore
Is the old sleeping beast

4.
My idol's made from greenish stone/rock
I put it in the flame
That burns/shines so bright in/by the bayou
Old Castro is my name

5.
In Innsmouth I, Old Marsh, am boss
The  Deep Ones call me friend
The Great Old Ones they are my gods
I'll serve them to the end

6.
We Mi-Go came from Yuggoth here
We can brains and mine ore
And sometimes whisper in the dark
Shub-Niggurath we adore

7.
The Alert plows the Southern seas
With mongrels as her crew
Our captain keeps our idol piece
That shows Great Cthulhu

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Solstitiale tempore
OT: Hiemali tempore (Carmen Buranum 203 + 203a)
T/M: unknown

Solstitiale tempore
Dum lamae marcent foetore
Et aquae exputescunt
Concurrunt in loco abdito
Qui feri(e)nt cum Cthulho
Et postquam incendescunt
Cultifero (a) cultore
Victima mandatur
A quo membra/pellem desectat/deglubat
Alte ululatur
Ei trepidat plebecula
Cui cultrarius modo secta(bi)t iugula

Salutemus Vetera
Mortalibus inimica
Cupida sunt cruoris
Saeviant alacriter
Labor necatorum sit asper/acer
Absente spe ultoris
Rasa erit tabula
Humana gens fini(e)tur
Ut Cthulhus remeat
Porta(que) aperitur
Ille mox apparebit
Qui in urbe R'lyeha aetates perdormivit

Vivat silvarum capra
Mater mil(l)iumque pernigra
Oh magna Shub-Niggurath
Salve/Ave Ghatanothoa
Tua facies saxifica
In tenebris obduras
Veni chaos scatens
Aegypti regis forma
Ubi ille apparet
Franguntur mens et norma
Laxa nostra cochlea
Quis orgia observat mox capi(e)t insania

Es schreibt von Damaskus Abdul
Wie (der) Außenseiter und die Ghoul
Die Freundschaft einst geschlossen
Der Erst're saß seit langer Zeit
In Waldesschlosses Einsamkeit
Das hat ihn sehr verdrossen
Bis oben er im Turme
Die Luke hat gefunden
Die führte in die Oberwelt
Die wollt er dann erkunden
Doch wo er hinkam auch im Land
Da alle Leut die Furcht befiel
Was er gar nicht verstand

(Rough literal) Translation:

At solstice time
While swamps wilt in fetidness
And the waters are putrefying
There meet in a remote place
Those who (will) slay with Cthulhu
And after lighting the fire/inflaming
From cultist to knife-carrier
The victim/sacrifice is handed
Of him who he (the one with the knife) cuts off body parts/flays the skin
Loudly is howled
Hey how the rabble trembles
Whose throats the priest soon will cut

Let's salute the Old Ones
Hostile towards mortals
Bloodthirsty
May they blithely rage
Let the suffering of the slain be acute
Without hope for an avenger
There will be tabula rasa
Mankind will be/get finished
As soon as Cthulhu returns
(And) the door opens/is opened
HE'll soon appear
Who in the city of R'lyeh has slept for ages

Vivat the black goat of the woods
And mother of thousand(s)
Oh great Shub-Niggurath
All hail Ghatanothoa
Your face is petrifying
You hold out in the darkness/shadows
Come Crawling Chaos (i.e. Nyarlathotep)
In the shape of a pharaoh
Where he shows up
Mind and measure are broken
We have a screw loose
He/Him who observes the orgies will soon catch insanity

Abdul (Alhazred) of Damaskus writes
How the Outsider and the Ghouls
Became friends
The former sat for a very long time
In the loneliness of a castle in the woods
Which chagrined him greatly
Until up in the tower
He found the hatch
That led to the upper world
That he wanted to explore then
But wherever he came in the countryside
Everyone was seized by panic
Which he could not understand

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5u6_GVxehHc

[Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)]

I'm singing a few tenor arias from Haendel's Messiah and while studying I thought that chutulification may work for them. Perhaps you can chutulify a number or two and I can sing them (I'll find an open minded pianist, the organist at the church I'll be singing may not be the best choice), record them and post them somewhere. In fact it may be interesting to Cthulify the whole thing (although that is a serious undertaking).

[Sibling DavidH]

Swato, these are unbelievably good.  The Latin is impeccably creepy.
Blow MHG, I ought to apply myself to Cthulifying a chunk of Beowulf.
Com þa to R'lyeha, ðær Hring-Dene geond þæt sæld swæfun...