[Text inspired by Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His life's still breathing, but dreaming... and dark shines the stars out of so lost. The ocean as the sky turns black, as eyes are gleamings, gleaming in the darkness. The scorn of distorted faces the world, spiteful is the fire that in their souls.
The Last Amorphous of Nethermost Confusion, devour mortality! The of the Silver 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 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. awakens like a storm from beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a 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 Hyades sing. In shade they wait!
"From the dark They came and descended to primal Earth, and They shall rule where They once ruled. They return...!"
clence the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In They crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Rising Cthulhu coming!
Mighty Azathoth - the can see... R'lyeh - 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 Ones rises old dynasty, as the devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead can eternal lie, And with strange even Death may die."