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