The Mists
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…
The nothingness of the mists !
As Névoas
No começo, havia as névoas
Sobre as águas, elas rolavam e se agitavam
As névoas geraram vida, pois estavam dispostas a
O mundo nasceu e suas criaturas também...
Da selva de um mundo de pureza
Veio a multidão que evitava a humanidade
Novatos no grande reino da Terra
E logo desejaram tê-la por completo
Muitos séculos se passaram desde então
Anos de luta, desespero e conquista
Eram maus e se comportavam de forma selvagem
Mas o mundo finalmente era deles.
"Muitas línguas falavam
Muitas coisas conquistaram
Mas a guerra era sua maldição
E as névoas esqueceram"
"Da louca arte dos homens
De sua atividade de formiga
A Sombra cresceu lentamente em seus corações
Pois as névoas esqueceram"
Como uma doença vil e insidiosa
Brotos sombrios haviam envenenado
Todas as suas vidas tolas e logo
Os homens se cansaram do mundo
A escuridão final finalmente chegou
De pensamentos e sonhos malignos reunidos
As névoas voltaram e desceram lentamente
E fecharam o Livro da História
E na profundidade do Universo
O sultão louco começou a rir
Enquanto a humanidade parou e congelou
E a melodia maluca das flautas mergulhou no...
Nada das névoas!