[Text inspired by Abdul prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His life's breathing, dead 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 that burn in souls.
The Last Amorphous Blight of 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 blind bless the dragon who sleeps. awakens like a storm from beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a space. A of light from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! the thunder roar as he enters the world. His world...
Hear Them whisper in Carcosa and Irem... in 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 They ruled. They Shall return...!"
They the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In power They crown in the of darkness lore.
Cthulhu Cthulhu coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the 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 of true monarchy. The Old rises their old dynasty, as the flames devour humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And with strange even Death may die."