Enter the mire of the ancient one Described by scholars as a myth Imbue the power of a former world An acrid vapor on the wind Breathe deep inhale miasmic purple smoke The mood grows grim as it sets in Defies all logic what's in front of me The haze is rushing through my limbs Wait How Why Who Wait Whoa Why Who My inner voice says break free from this world Screaming the obvious at me A figure forms in front of where I stand The evil wizard starts to grin With streaks of white hair and blue glowing eyes His wooden pipe in withered hand Speaking archaic tongues that means my doom Reality has melted, man