Fog, blinds your eyes as you walk   You can feel things crawling near you   Things noone should see   Fear attacks your spine, the phantom fog declines   Now you fear to see the things that should not be      See...Through the fog what lies beyond   See...How the fog is forming...   ...A maelstrom!      Fall into the whirl...      Then I saw the past in a time before time   The beast of aeons, chaos complete   And I saw him the creator      Save yourself from hell   You are nothing but clay to us      And you saw what can't be seen   And you saw what has to be   For that which is old, shall once be again   And darkness always stays the same