Fragments from the Book of Abdul.
In the antique city of dead R'lyeh. Cthulhu dreams and waits. In the pit of time the unspeakable lies in wait. That is not dead which can eternal lie. R'lyeh, your blocks of stone seals the ritual that gives birth to fear Cthulhu fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn. Iaeeh. Iaeeh.
Let he who knows how to invoke the stones act. it is time. Let the shadow of Cthulhu darken the sky. May the servitor of the black Goat of the Woods with a thousand youngs sound his flute in honour of the unspeakable Cthulhu fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn. Iaeeh. Iaeeh.
May he who may not be named cast his withering gaze upon the unbeliever for he is the door, the key, and the guardian of the door and holds you now in his immense power.
[The following verse is added in the Macintosh port]
May madness strike down he who reads and thinks he understands. Nobody can pierce the mystery and not pay the price. Nobody can contemplate the face of gods with impunity. If strength abandons he who reads me, then may madness overcome him.