"For they were not men at all, or even approximately men, but great greyish-white slippery things which could expand and contract at will, and whose principal shape—though it often changed—was that of a sort of toad without any eyes, but with a curiously vibrating mass of short pink tentacles on the end of its blunt, vague snout."
— H.P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
"Since the dawn of time there have been beings who guide everything we do
Watching and waiting for a new dawn while we live without a clue
When all the candles have been lit and the dark sigils have been bid
We'll hear the cries of pain and then we'll know the old ones live again
The ancient ones crawl from their tombs
in the pyramids on the moon
They come alive and craft our doom
from the pyramids on the moon
Too bad there's nothing we can do
about the pyramids on the moon
There is a darkness coming soon
from the pyramids on the moon"