[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. 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, is the fire that burn in their souls.
The Last Blight of Nethermost Confusion, devour mortality! The of the Silver Key knows 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 is coming, the haunter of universe, and the creator bless the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu like a storm from beyond as the opens, howling from a distant space. A string of light his house in R'lyeh... Behold! the thunder roar as he enters the world. His world...
Hear Them whisper in and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In every shade wait!
"From the dark stars came and descended 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.
Rising Cthulhu coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... R'lyeh - Eternal dominion.
The gate is open, the is burning, and lost are the of the elder gods. Unlocked is the of the silver key... out comes the powers of monarchy. The Old Ones rises old dynasty, as the flames devour humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead can eternal lie, And with aeons even Death may die."