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Εκ Χάεος δ´ Έρεβός τε μέλαινά τε Νύξ εγένοντο

Νυκτός δ´ αύτ´ Αιθήρ τε και Ημέρη εξεγένοντο

(But from Chaos were born Erebos and black Night

And from Night again sprang forth Aether and Day)

- Hesiod's Theogony

Out of the formless void

A thousand voices called

Holding secret knowledge

That's been lost to the world

It shall be known

How our creation came to be

It must be known

It is their legacy

I hear the whispers of the stars

Their call is beckoning

They are calling out to me

I've been chosen to tell their story

For I am the astral key

I've nearly lost my mind

Trying to comprehend the divine

I am the only one who realises we are blind

All will be lost

If I don't pass down what I've seen

Mourning the loss

Of eternity

I hear the whispers of the stars

Their call is beckoning

They are calling out to me

I've been chosen to tell their story

For I am the astral key

The unlearned mysteries

That lie shrouded in prophecies

The legends and the myths

Will become history