Like a black whirlwind To steal your soul, One single look unto him Will make your brain melt. His cultists Lurk around the world, The King in Yellow, Who Is Not to be Named. Suicidal thoughts, will to die, One look unto his presence Will cause your loss of mind. Dissolve within his essence. No face with no emotions, Pray to not encounter him, We'll never learn, We'll never know, What horrors he has seen. Wrapped in a shroud of mystery, Great God whose power is unknown, The King In Yellow, ominous entity, Trapped within a castle, all alone. When black stars rise above, Where dark waves Crash along the shores, He lies within an ominous palace Surrounded by the hellish crows. Full of hatred for mankind, Instilling horror and madness, In worn truths, Shattered by despair, With no emotions, with no face, He sits on his throne, In the cold and empty place.