[Text inspired by 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 shines the out of time so lost. The ocean as the sky turns black, as eyes are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The of distorted faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the that burn in their souls.
The Last Amorphous of Nethermost Confusion, devour mortality! The Gate of the Silver Key knows the Outer Gods... Yith ascended! The Watcher, The Keeper... Yog Sothoth!
"The Old Were, The Old One's Are, and The Old Shall Be Again! So It Is Written, So It Be Done!"
The chaos is coming, the of universe, and the creator bless the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a from beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a space. A string of from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! the thunder roar as he enters the world. His world...
Hear whisper in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In shade they wait!
"From the dark They came and descended to primal Earth, and They shall rule where They once ruled. They return...!"
They clence the blood of in the of evermore. In power They eternity in the lands of lore.
Cthulhu Cthulhu coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... arisen - Eternal dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and are the seals of the elder gods. Unlocked is the door of the key... out comes the powers of monarchy. The Old Ones their old dynasty, as the flames foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead which can lie, And with strange aeons Death may die."