In the Dreams of the Dead

Mysteries of nature untold

Through the ecstasies unfold

By the grace of the gods

Through the innards of the soul

We bear witness to the Other

To the embrace of the Great Mother

To the burning in man

To transcend

Open the floodgates in the womb of the world

To the dreams of the dead

Ride the storms where the seas of chaos whirl

In the dreams of the dead

We don't abide by the narrow tunnels

Where the spirits turned to stone

Where the face of Mammon's risen

And our magic is unknown

We set sail to the edge of reason

Where the worlds are clear to see

Though we are not of the Son of Man

We are to be free

The veils of doubt swept away

Mysterium tremendum et fascinans

Open the floodgates in the womb of the world

To the dream for the dead, to the other

Where our cries are left unheard

Unheard

Open the floodgates in the womb of the world

To the dreams of the dead

Ride the storms where the seas of chaos whirl

In the dreams of the dead

Ride the storms where the seas of chaos whirl

In the dreams of the dead

Ride the storms where the seas of chaos whirl

In the dreams

Of the dead