[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The 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 their eyes are gleamings, 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 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 Shall Be Again! So It Is Written, So It Be Done!"
The is coming, the haunter of universe, and the blind creator bless the who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a storm beyond as the crimson opens, howling a distant space. A of light from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the thunder roar as he the world. His world...
Hear Them in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... of the Hyades sing. In every shade they wait!
"From the dark stars They came and descended to Earth, and They shall rule They once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They clence the blood of in the of evermore. In power crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Rising Cthulhu coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... R'lyeh arisen - dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and are the seals of the elder gods. Unlocked is the door of the key... out comes the powers of monarchy. The Old Ones rises old dynasty, as the flames devour humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And strange aeons even Death may die."