[Text inspired by Alhazred's 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 roars as the sky turns black, as their eyes are gleamings, in the darkness. The of distorted 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... from 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 chaos is coming, the of universe, and the blind creator bless the who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a from beyond as the crimson opens, howling a distant space. A string of from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the thunder roar as he the world. His world...
Hear Them whisper in and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In shade they wait!
"From the dark stars They and descended to primal Earth, and They shall rule where once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They clence the of divinity in the of evermore. In power crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Cthulhu Rising coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... arisen - Eternal dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and lost are the of the elder gods. Unlocked is the of the silver key... out comes the of true monarchy. The Old Ones rises old dynasty, as the flames foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead which can lie, And with strange even Death may die."