[Text inspired by Abdul Alhazred's prophecies, The Necronomicon or Al Azif. Written freely in form by Anders Jacobsson, April 2001]
His still breathing, dead but dreaming... and shines the stars out of time so lost. The ocean as the sky turns black, as their eyes are gleamings, in the darkness. The of distorted faces enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire that burn in 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 creator bless the dragon who sleeps. Cthulhu awakens like a storm 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...
Them whisper in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the Hyades sing. In every shade wait!
"From the stars They came and descended 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 Azathoth - the can see... R'lyeh - Eternal dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and lost are the seals of the gods. Unlocked is the door of the key... out comes the of true monarchy. The Old Ones their old dynasty, as the flames foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons Death may die."