Hadetius awaken from his slumber
The darkness vanished as if torn asunder
It enlightened a structure of dead stone
Of spiral towers and of a semi-elliptical dome
Dust got whirled up on a large scale
And formed itself to an odd veil
The mist fondled with the tower’s peak
As if there was an answer to seek
From mist to dust, from dust to mist
To the place where the sun and the dome had kissed
A place where only the dead walked alone
A place where every living turned to dead burned stone
Slowly the mist immerged the area into diffuse light
Crept along intricate geometric patterns towards the entry side
It poured out from dry fountains into basins filled with old clay
Flowed up the steps and through the mighty archway
Silently the mist walked the endless passages and halls
Watched by cold eyes of carved guardians across the walls
Followed the signs of an ancient tongue all across the place
And drifting deeper and deeper into the centre of the maze
From mist to dust, from dust to mist
To the place where the sun and the dome had kissed
A place where only the dead walked alone
A place where every living turned to dead burned stone
And deep inside it began to whisper
A tongue that has long been considered dead
It was waiting for someone to hear
For someone to listen to what was said
From mist to dust, from dust to mist
To the place where the sun and the dome had kissed
A place where only the dead walked alone
A place where every living turned to dead burned stone
When mist enshrouded the ruins of lateua
Spirits of the past began whisper their curse
When dust enshrouded the ruins of lateua
Spirits of the past began chanting their verse