Hearken, children of the Ersatz gods
Sons and daughters of the New Earth, for here is truth
Long ago, before the third of Earth's moons
Fell fiery from the star-seared sky
There were those whom we have come to call the First Ones

These men who were not men were the creations of the Mera
Beings from the far reaches of the limitless cosmos
Whose essence still flickers latently within the minds
Of all their disparate progeny

Praise the Mera, fathers of the First Ones
Bondsmen of the K'laa, sworn foes of the Z'xulth
Sired in the great spawning vats beyond the
Fathomless deeps of the Pre-Cambrian sea
The First Ones throve

Those who were engineered to live on land
Duly constructed the grand Antarctic
Megalopolis, ultimately becoming entangled in
Bitter conflicts with the hoary Serpent Kings
Before retreating into the subterrene depths of
The vast inner world

Whereas those First Ones that had chosen
The embrace of the abyssal seas were the architects
Of vast and glorious submarine cities whose splendid
Spires and minarets towered proudly beneath
The unfathomed waves those grand bioluminescent cities
Are now long since fallen razed and dispersed
Given over to the cruel whims of the unforgiving oceans

From the lore of our ancestors
We know the true nature of the cosmos
We know of the hidden and silent places
The places which reside in between
The veils of reality, the places which mankind
Was never meant to see

All this we know, we who survive
We who are descended from those First Ones
And who give thanks to the gods who are not gods
For our creation, our genesis, for the breath of life
That was forced into our progenitors during
The early epochs of this cratered globe

Hearken, children of the Ersatz gods
Sons and daughters of the New Earth
For here is truth