[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written 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 eyes are gleamings, in the darkness. The of distorted faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire that burn in 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 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 storm from as the crimson opens, howling a distant space. A string of light from his in R'lyeh... Behold! the thunder roar as he enters the world. His world...
Hear Them whisper in and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In every shade wait!
"From the dark stars came and descended to primal Earth, and They rule where They once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They clence the of divinity in the of evermore. In They crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Rising Cthulhu 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 the powers of true monarchy. The Old Ones rises old dynasty, as the flames devour humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead can eternal lie, And with aeons even Death may die."