Instrumental
another perilous ride through the underworld
another fiery night in
Instrumental
awakening in another realm
in a distant time and place
deceased not dead my fire burns
procession of my rotting
walking by the side of my old tired horse
after
prodigious forces of rage and entropy
buried in golden seas
I saw your face one thousand times in my dreams
by foreign shores we tread our way
no clue of
constant itch will remain on your face
you must eat
I roamed the paths the obscure paths
that lead to
up from grave
I come to break the spell
slept
