[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April
His life's breathing, dead but dreaming... and shines the stars out of time so lost. The ocean as the sky turns black, as their are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The scorn of faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire that in their souls.
The Last Amorphous Blight of Nethermost Confusion, mortality! The Gate of the Key knows 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 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 from a space. A string of from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! the thunder roar as he enters the world. His world...
Hear Them whisper in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In every 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 They crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Cthulhu Rising coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... arisen - Eternal dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and lost are the seals of the gods. is the door of the silver 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 with strange even Death may die."