[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April
His life's breathing, dead but dreaming... and shines the stars out of time so lost. The roars as the sky turns black, as their are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The of distorted faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire burn in their souls.
The Last Blight of Nethermost Confusion, devour mortality! The Gate of the Silver Key knows the Gods... from Yith ascended! The Watcher, The Keeper... Yog Sothoth!
"The Old One's Were, The Old Are, and The Old Shall Be Again! So It Is Written, So It Be Done!"
The is coming, the haunter of universe, and the blind bless the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu like a storm from beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a space. A string of light from his in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the thunder roar as he the world. His world...
Them whisper in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In every shade wait!
"From the dark stars They came and to primal Earth, and They shall rule where once ruled. They Shall return...!"
clence the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In They crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Cthulhu Cthulhu coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... R'lyeh arisen - dominion.
The gate is open, the is burning, and lost are the seals of the gods. Unlocked is the of the silver key... out the powers of true monarchy. The Old Ones rises old dynasty, as the devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And strange aeons even Death may die."