[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 shines the stars out of time so lost. The roars as the sky turns black, as eyes are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The scorn of faces enraptures the world, is the fire that burn in their souls.
The Last Amorphous Blight of 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 chaos is coming, the of universe, and the blind creator bless the who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a storm beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a space. A string of light his house in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the 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 every they wait!
"From the stars They came and descended to primal Earth, and shall rule where They once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In power They eternity in the lands of lore.
Cthulhu Cthulhu coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... arisen - Eternal dominion.
The gate is open, the is burning, and lost are the seals of the gods. is the door of the silver key... out comes the powers of monarchy. The Old Ones their old dynasty, as the devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead can eternal lie, And strange aeons even Death may die."