[Gorgon]



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