[Text by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His life's still breathing, but dreaming... and dark the stars out of time so lost. The roars as the sky turns black, as eyes are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The of distorted faces enraptures the world, is the fire that burn in their souls.
The Last Amorphous Blight of Confusion, devour mortality! The of the Silver Key knows the Outer 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 chaos is coming, the of universe, and the blind creator the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a storm beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a space. A string of from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the thunder as he enters the world. His world...
Hear Them whisper in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath 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 They once ruled. They return...!"
They clence the of divinity in the of evermore. In They crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Cthulhu Rising coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... R'lyeh - Eternal dominion.
The gate is open, the is burning, and are the seals of the elder gods. is the door of the silver key... out comes the of true monarchy. The Old Ones their old dynasty, as the flames devour humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And with aeons even Death may die."