[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, 2001]
His still breathing, dead but dreaming... and dark the stars out of time so lost. The ocean as the sky turns 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 Gate of the Silver Key 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 bless the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a from beyond as the opens, howling from a distant space. A string of light from his in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the roar as he enters 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 where once ruled. They Shall return...!"
clence the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In power crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Rising Cthulhu coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... R'lyeh arisen - dominion.
The gate is open, the 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 rises old dynasty, as the devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons Death may die."