(The dramatic solo ballad, introducing the main character)
These towers, these towers remind me of home.
My Cyclopean paradise, my unholy dome!
I know I can't go back there
I've only just begun
I have to stay, I have to try
No longer can I run!
This time, I'm gonna make it!
This time, it'll happen for me!
There's a million writers out there on the streets,
But there can only be one me!
A million writers, making it big,
Without even having a clue.
A million writers, who don't know a thing
About a boy, a boy named Cthulhu.
I could crush them if I wanted!
I could just enslave them all.
But that's not what I want just yet.
For now, I won't heed my call.
There's room in this city for an Elder God
With dreams that are gonna come true.
There's room in this blasted town, I know
For a boy, a boy named Cthulhu.
Just a boy, a boy named Cthulhu.
Created: Mar 03, 2010Document Media