A part creation should always be gone The part where the dead ever dwells Hidden between the dream and the nightmare Not meant to be brought forth to life But reopened portals has appeared for a night In reach for all those who seeks The mystery behind the scenery of time The visually dead but not gone
Through many midnight Searching the only key The missing part in history The dark grey epoch
A session for darkness to cross over skies Of aeons still closed towards life Using the midnight passage to link The coming and gone into now Clearest vibrations are felt in the air The contact with a circle of ages Seen are the shadows, the whispers are heard A monotone pattern of words
Slowly stalking into the night In a dark grey mist of an epoch Known to some, denied by many But not found in thousands of nights The lost chapter in history has been reached The pages are turned forth But time shall close it once again The secrets be concealed
Through many midnight Searching the only key The missing part in history The dark grey epoch