[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 shines 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 enraptures the world, spiteful is the fire that in their souls.
The Last Amorphous 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 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 from as the crimson opens, howling from a space. A string of light from his in R'lyeh... Behold! the thunder roar as he enters the world. His world...
Hear Them in Carcosa and Irem... in Kadath unknown to man. Nyarlathotep, Hastur... Tales of the sing. In every shade they wait!
"From the stars They came and descended to primal Earth, and They shall rule where once ruled. They Shall return...!"
They the blood of divinity in the of evermore. In power crown eternity in the of darkness lore.
Rising Cthulhu coming!
Mighty - the blind can see... R'lyeh arisen - dominion.
The is open, the world is burning, and lost are the of the elder gods. Unlocked is the of the silver key... out the powers of true monarchy. The Old Ones their old dynasty, as the devour foolish humanity! die forever!
"That is not dead which can lie, And with strange even Death may die."