The freezing fog lifts high, carrying those dreams to come Spawned by the mirthless visions of what is true Of queer and elder mysteries beyond all belief Those tales have passed through nightshade shades Having spoken from the planets to the planets Since they walked upon the face of the earth
Old frantic melodies of ancient entities Guided by madly whistling windechoes Furiously sweep across deep-hidden Triton's caves No man has dreamed of, nor ever imagined
Tales of the woods, the odd memories Thousand of starmist's reflections Abyssal harmonies of shuddersome dark Archaic dreams of the old ones perfection
The mist of dreams, mist out of time Where only gods walk their paths Where only gods dream awake At the thousands of silver stars
The fog has built the image of divine And revealed the mystery of the ancient ones Mystery that no mortal dare to penetrate Mystery of the gods who've never died Who just slept the sleep of wisdom And dreamed their dreams in lotus gardens Far beyond the crimson glare of sunset The time is drawing near to awake from the fatal dream The final day of man comes forth To confess from the centuries of ignorance
Far too long we've dwelled in lotus gardens Far too long have been kept within our dreams The dreams that are the only media For us to speak unto souls of men The time of us is about to fall Our voices are soon about to speak The time has come to awake from dreams It's the time of awakening Awakening of the gods... downfall of man
The mist of dreams, mist out of time Where only gods walk their paths Where only gods dream awake At the thousands of silver stars
Listen to their voices as they sing aloud Listen to the flutes endless cacophony For it's your life's very last melody