Wandering the Maze of Creation Video (MV)

I - witness of the newborn time
Devoured by the black primal mud
And drowned under what will become light
Still dark but soon to be real

The maze of creation starts to spill its energy
A vibrant yet weak pulse appears
So I start walking this ghostly path
A billion years turned the foundations to a maze

And I kept roaming it endlessly
Crossing contorted shadows and nebular figures
All captives of this living maelstrom

As light was set to be created and spilled
Amongst the black walls of time

And what was not mean to be seen
Suddenly shined with the greatest grotesquery
My declining soul fell
Into colored nightmares and endless abyss