[Text inspired by Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written 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 ocean as the sky turns black, as their eyes are gleamings, in the darkness. The scorn of distorted enraptures the world, spiteful is the that burn in their souls.
The Last Amorphous Blight of Confusion, devour mortality! The of the Silver 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 is coming, the haunter of universe, and the blind creator the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a from beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a space. A string of from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the 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 shade they wait!
"From the dark stars They came and to primal Earth, and shall rule where 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. Unlocked is the of the silver key... out comes the powers of monarchy. The Old rises their old dynasty, as the flames foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons Death may die."