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