Beneath the surface of the great primordial sea 
 Beyond life and death 
 Behind the veil of all our dreams so frail 
 Below the remnants and the dust of all past 
    The wailing of the mysteries 
 That caress the hearts of those who have laid them bare 
 Where the winds of twilight ever blow 
 Beneath, beyond, behind, below   
 In the lingering light of the primal fires 
 Through the din of all centuries past 
 A call to see, to learn, to know 
 So that fearless we may go 
 Beneath, beyond, behind, below   
 The howling 
 Can you hear it still? 
 The faint echo of the great war 
 The spectral tremor of the giant collapse 
 Of the primal scream and a severed dream   
 The first, the last, the howling of the mother 
 Still wrestling, scales agleam 
 With the silence of the void 
 Howling throughout eternity   
 In the lingering light of the saints of fires 
 In their fusing of word and deed 
 A call to see, to learn, to know 
 So that eager we may go 
 Beneath, beyond, behind, below   
 Proclaimed by prophets for centuries now 
 The amplified rage of aeons 
 For eternities, in the rising seas and in their deeps 
 Reminding us 
 Where every devil child must go   
 Beneath, beyond, behind, below 
 Like the wolf unto its kin it wails 
 Oh, what music it makes