If you listen I'll tell you a story

About things you'd not believe

About magic and strange lands

In a world beyond in time



Once upon there was a man

Who lived in a dark tower

At the top of a great mountain

At the end of a long path



When the sunset came each day

And the realms of the night got closer

All the living beings disappeared

They had to hide for cover



'Cause the man in the dark tower

To the depths of the earth invoqued

And with a pale and dense mist

Dominated the land to his will



A spell was cast and the gates of hell were open

Then the mist covered the realm

The man with his books, a wizard or just a fool

So he was called the mistweaver



Through the mist in the darkness

Many brave tried to cross

But the creatures of the damned

Made them go astray



In the morning of the next day

When the sun rays started to shine

Only their corpses remained

Their souls went with the mist



A spell was cast and the gates of hell were open

Then the mist covered the realm

The man with his books, a wizard or just a fool

So he was called the mistweaver



And sometimes in my dreams

I can hear him calling me

I see my soul wander in the mist