Don't you give up my young young friends
Here’s a story I know will please
How Imaginos was in fact redeemed
Redeemed from the cell to which he'd been thrown
By men whose love was more for the ice than cold
Goblins of surcease, villains and wise
They pranced his brain all through the long long night
Imaginos who'd ever believe
You’d be by a song redeemed
Up on the north forty, I'm sure it was Christmas day
When Imaginos taught children how to play
Games of life and love, and songs, oh, those songs
Oh those deep but truе, Lovecraft country songs
Goblins of surcease, villains and wisе
They pranced his brain all through the long long night
Imaginos who'd ever believe
You'd be by a song redeemed
Redeemed, good lord, from the ice and cold
Redeemed from the cell to which he's been thrown
Redeemed by virtue, of a Lovecraft song
And I believe good lord, It won't be long