At the beginning there were the mists
Above the waters they rolled and they tumbled
The mists begat life for willing they were to
The world was born and its creatures too…
From the wilderness of a world of purity
Came the throng of shunning humanity
New-comers in the great realm of Earth
And they soon desired to have it whole
Many centuries have passed since then
Years of fight, despair and conquer
Evil they were and wild they behave
But the world was finally their.
"Many tongues they spoke
Many things they achieved
But war was their curse
And the mists they forgot"
"From the crazy craft of men
From their ant-like activity
The Shadow slowly grew in their heart
For the mists they forgot"
Like a vile, insidious disease
Dark sprouts had poisoned
All their silly lives and soon
Men got weary of the world
The ultimate darkness finally came
From evil thoughts and dreams gathered
The mists were back and came down slowly
And they closed the Book of History
And in the depth of the Universe
The mad Sultan began to laugh
While humanity stood still and froze
And the crazy melody of pipes dived into…