Wilbur Whateley

Duration

3:25

Genres

Death Metal / Grindcore

Lyrics

In the town of Dunwich In a large country house upslope It was five in the morning When Wilbur Whateley was born His mother was one of the decadent Whateleys Albino woman, slightly deformed Stepfather was half-crazy Elderly man, for witchcraft known Dark, goat like infant With phenomenal growth Soon became an ugly boy For his father he invoked: -The Old ones were, the Old ones are Great Old ones will always be Past, presence and the future All are one in Yog-Sothoth Our Wilbur Whateley, diabolical creature Tried to destroy the human race But he burst into crimson heyday Before he dragged the Earth to nameless place