[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in apocalypic form by Anders Jacobsson, 2001]
His life's 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 of distorted faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire burn in their souls.
The Amorphous Blight of Nethermost Confusion, devour mortality! The Gate of the Silver Key knows the Outer Gods... from 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 creator bless the who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens a storm from beyond as the crimson opens, howling from a space. A of light from his house in R'lyeh... Behold! Hear the thunder as he enters the world. His world...
Hear Them in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In every they wait!
"From the dark stars They came and to primal Earth, and They rule where They once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They clence the blood of in the of evermore. In They crown eternity in the lands of lore.
Rising Cthulhu coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... R'lyeh arisen - dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and are the seals of the elder gods. Unlocked is the door of the key... out the powers of true monarchy. The Old rises their old dynasty, as the devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And with aeons even Death may die."