[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 dark the stars out of time so lost. The roars as the sky turns black, as their are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The scorn of distorted faces the world, spiteful is the fire that burn in souls.
The Last Amorphous Blight of Confusion, devour mortality! The Gate of the Key knows the Outer Gods... from Yith ascended! The Watcher, The Keeper... Yog Sothoth!
"The Old Were, The Old One's 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 bless the dragon who sleeps. awakens like a storm from beyond as the opens, howling from a distant space. A string of from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the thunder roar as he 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 where They once ruled. Shall return...!"
They clence the of divinity in the of evermore. In power They crown in the of darkness lore.
Cthulhu Cthulhu coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... arisen - Eternal dominion.
The gate is open, the 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 rises their old dynasty, as the flames devour humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons Death may die."