As soon as the dust settles, you can see A new world in place of where the old one had been Your skin is crawling with dry, crusted mud And your naked feet are wet in a pool of blood And the whistle of the wind in your ears is so loud That your memories have blown up in a mushroom cloud And as your eyes accommodate There appears by the meadow A brute like a bear with a long, dark shadow And you violently shake over what you have seen As you remember the tale of the Altered Beast