[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His life's breathing, dead but dreaming... and dark shines the stars out of so lost. The roars as the sky turns black, as their are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The of distorted faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire that 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 Were, The Old One's Are, and The Old One's Be Again! So It Is Written, So It Be Done!"
The is coming, the haunter of universe, and the creator bless the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens a storm from beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a 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 Carcosa and Irem... in 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 shall rule They once ruled. They Shall return...!"
clence the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In They crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Cthulhu Rising coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... R'lyeh - 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 devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons Death may die."