Here gathered in one place are many of the most celebrated and moving hymns of the Great Old Ones, certain to summon winged horrors down from the sky, or nameless things from out of the Earth's depths. These are the authentic liturgies celebrated at Dagon Hall in Innsmouth, Massachusetts. Also suitable for picnics and parties.
"Inspirational. My mother used to sing me to sleep with these. Sometimes my father did too." —Wilbur Whateley
"I will always support faith-based initiatives of this sort." —George W. Bush
"I would sing along if I could carry a tune in a bucket. Unfortunately, I don't have a bucket." —Lee Weinstein
"Far out! I can dig it!" —Franz Kafka
"Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and falter down black cobwebbed steps beneath the scattered stones of forgotten cities in Asia. But actually, they need look no farther than this book." —H.P. Lovecraft
