You come to visit me in dreams In the borderland to where darkness gleams In a state of bliss long gone from this earth You appear before me
Far away where the skeletons are dancing Where the Moon is red and the magic is enhancing Where the black birds are falling from the sky Where I come to die
My visions
Covered with flies, drenched in black You're dripping with burning oil Twisting limbs, burnt, decayed Alone you stand in barren soil
The roots go deep And through them flows ancient continuity Here are the secrets of becoming And the doors to immortality
The becoming of ghouls The becoming of ghosts that stalk the nothingness
I hear them, echoing in the valleys of my sleep The becoming of ghosts Ever drawing nearer Those sighs coming from the deep
