[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His still breathing, dead but dreaming... and shines the stars out of time so lost. The ocean roars as the sky black, as eyes are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The scorn of distorted enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire that burn in souls.
The Last Amorphous Blight of Nethermost Confusion, 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 is coming, the haunter of universe, and the creator bless the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a storm from as the crimson opens, from a distant space. A string of light from his in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the roar as he enters the world. His world...
Them whisper in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the sing. In every shade they wait!
"From the dark stars They and descended to primal Earth, and They shall rule They once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They clence the blood of in the of evermore. In power They crown in the of darkness lore.
Cthulhu Rising coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... R'lyeh - Eternal dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and lost are the of the elder gods. is the door of the silver key... out comes the powers of monarchy. The Old Ones rises old dynasty, as the flames foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead which can lie, And strange aeons even Death may die."