The freezing fog lifts high, carrying those dreams [bad word] Spawned by the mirthless visions of what is [bad word] Of [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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