A mirror image of the mortal world
Inhabitants without identity
Till they chose to leave the underworld
And cast off their serenity
Mischief-makers, shape changers
-Who shed their masks at will
Goblins, demons, had their reasons
To leave this loveless world
They called Affan
When the Cauldron of Plenty was lost
The underworld could only count the cost
Of how they had been deceived
Of what they had once believed
Instead of time there is infinity
Instead of being there's nonentity
Instead of substance there is emptiness
This is the invisible land
A never-ending source of everything
Inspiration and immorality
Who wouldn't want to live in such a place?
Get your share of prosperity?
The Holy Grail of Arthur's tale
Could lead a man to kill
And once it was the only cause
To stay in this loveless world
They called Affan
When the Cauldron of Plenty was lost
The underworld could only count the cost
Of how they had been deceived
Of what they had once believed
Instead of time there is infinity
Instead of being there's nonentity
Instead of substance there is emptiness
This is the invisible land
