[Text inspired by Abdul prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His still breathing, dead but dreaming... and dark shines the out of time so lost. The roars as the sky turns black, as their eyes are gleamings, in the darkness. The scorn of faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire burn in their souls.
The Last Blight of Nethermost Confusion, devour 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 One's Be Again! So It Is Written, So It Be Done!"
The is coming, the haunter of universe, and the blind bless the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens a storm from beyond as the crimson opens, from a distant space. A of light from his house 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 Hyades sing. In every they wait!
"From the dark They came and descended to primal Earth, and They rule where They once ruled. They Shall return...!"
clence the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In power They eternity in the lands of lore.
Rising Cthulhu coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... R'lyeh - Eternal dominion.
The gate is open, the is burning, and are the seals of the elder gods. Unlocked is the 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 can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even may die."