[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. 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 roars as the sky black, as their are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The of distorted faces enraptures the world, is the fire that burn in their souls.
The Last Blight of Nethermost Confusion, devour mortality! The Gate of the Key knows 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 is coming, the haunter of universe, and the blind creator the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu like a storm from beyond as the opens, howling from a distant space. A string of 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 Kadath to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In every shade wait!
"From the dark stars They came and to primal Earth, and They shall rule where once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In power They crown in the of darkness lore.
Rising 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 Ones their old dynasty, as the flames devour humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead can eternal lie, And with strange aeons Death may die."