[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 dark shines the stars out of so lost. The ocean roars as the sky black, as eyes are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The scorn of distorted faces the world, spiteful is the fire burn in their souls.
The Last Amorphous Blight of Confusion, devour mortality! The Gate of the Silver Key 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 bless the dragon 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 Carcosa and Irem... in unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In every shade wait!
"From the dark They 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 power crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Cthulhu Rising 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. is the door of the silver key... out comes the powers of monarchy. The Old rises their old dynasty, as the devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead which can lie, And with strange aeons even may die."