[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The 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 ocean as the sky turns black, as their eyes are gleamings, in the darkness. The scorn of faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire burn in their 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 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 bless the who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a storm beyond as the crimson opens, from a distant space. A of light from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the 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 they 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 of darkness lore.
Cthulhu Cthulhu coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... R'lyeh arisen - dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and lost are the seals of the gods. is the door of the silver key... out the powers of true monarchy. The Old rises their old dynasty, as the flames foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead which can lie, And strange aeons even Death may die."