[Text inspired by Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His still breathing, dead but dreaming... and dark the stars out of time so lost. The ocean roars as the sky black, as eyes are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The scorn of distorted faces the world, spiteful is the fire that burn in souls.
The Amorphous Blight of Nethermost Confusion, devour mortality! The Gate of the Silver Key the Outer Gods... from Yith ascended! The Watcher, The Keeper... Yog Sothoth!
"The Old Were, The Old One's Are, and The Old One's 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 a storm from beyond as the crimson opens, howling a distant space. A string of light from his in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the thunder roar as he the world. His world...
Hear Them in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In shade they wait!
"From the dark stars came and descended to primal Earth, and They rule where They once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In They crown eternity in the of darkness lore.
Cthulhu Cthulhu coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... arisen - Eternal dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and lost are the seals of the gods. Unlocked is the of the silver key... out comes the powers of monarchy. The Old rises their old dynasty, as the devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead which can lie, And with strange aeons Death may die."