Verse

Night after night
I was searching through the desert
And finally, some ruins of stone
were revealed in the sands

At that hideous night
unnatural winds shrieked
from the underground huts
what the tales told about

I started my descent to the abyss
where the walls seemed so familiar
At moments I fancied I saw
those cone shaped beings

Why did I know the way so well?
I was terrified, but driven
by scientific zeal
Then I encountered a yawning black rift

Verse

I was leaping and stumbling
towards the central archives
where all the proofs awaited me
to see if my visions were real

At the lowest level
I feared to pass a room
where those trapdoors gaped
without any guards

I prayed to wake up
from this hellish nightmare
but then I reached
why I came here

Verse

The Archives...
Where all the knowledge
of aeons lie

Rows of shelves...
I've been here many times

I know where
I can find the book what I've
written when I was here, aeons ago
but not in my own body!

Can I?
Can I climb high enough?
To reach the upper shelf
where the metal case dwells
That holds the proof for my
story of exchanged minds

If I make it out alive...

Will anyone believe me?
What if I became insane?

Chorus

We're tiny motes in the winds of time
a short chapter in our planet's life
We know nothing about ourselves
and the goals what our fate tells
Some old and wise occupied my mind
I got engulfed by a shadow out of time

Verse

I had to carry this thing back to the outer world
Tried to move silently as I had to pass again
through that trapdoor room
But the metal case fell with disturbing clatter
It became my undoing...
I heard a shrill, whistling sound, like nothing else on earth

Verse

Strange winds came
Hindering my way
This is not real and I’m not here
I reached the black rift
and leaped frenziedly
Then the blackness engulfed me

Verse

I woke up in the desert night, shrieking winds around me
I was clawing prone through the sands
But the metal case was gone missing
I raised my head, and looked behind me
and only saw some desert dunes
Was it real or nightmare?
I was trying to get back to the camp

Verse

No eye had seen, no hand had touched that book
since the advent of man to this planet
And when I flashed my torch upon it
in that frightful abyss
I saw that the letters
were not any nameless hieroglyphs
of earth's youth

Verse

They were, instead
the letters of our familiar alphabet
spelling out the words
of the English language
in my own handwriting...