[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His life's breathing, dead but dreaming... and shines the stars out of time so lost. The ocean as the sky turns black, as their are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The of distorted faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire that in their souls.
The Last Blight of Nethermost Confusion, devour mortality! The Gate of the Silver Key knows the 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 crimson opens, howling from a space. A string of light from his in R'lyeh... Behold! the thunder roar as he enters the world. His world...
Hear Them in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the sing. In every shade they wait!
"From the dark They came and descended to primal Earth, and They shall rule where They once ruled. 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... R'lyeh - Eternal dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and are the seals of the elder gods. is the door of the silver key... out comes the of true monarchy. The Old rises their old dynasty, as the flames foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead which can lie, And with strange even Death may die."