Beckoning 
The children of the Night
The spirits of the undead
An the lesser lights

Now the time has come to reach out
We must heed their calls
When Strange Gateways Beckon

Open up to what there is and what might be
In the end nothing is as it seems
The strangest dreams hide right in front of our eyes

Now the time has come to reach out
We must heed their calls
When Strange Gateways Beckon

We stand before a passage
Something strange and profound
And we need to let go
Let ourselves fall through the ground
An give in to the gateways
				

I'll venture far, I'll reach down to my soul tonight
Through the soil, a journey through dark and light
Black bile, flames flicker like lightning

I hear the dead howl
I hear them screaming at the sundown of the world
They crawl - will they stay or will they come back?

Ephemeral soundscapes, everlasting beauty and despair
Spirits slipping out from my dreams
Ephemeral landscapes, melancholy lingers in the air
Nostalgia spilling forth from my dreams

My mind is the staircase
I'm going up and beyond, I'm falling down
Black pools, I travel through time

Bordering on the edges of insanity
The time is up, the time is gone, it's infinity
Will I stay or will I come back?

Hierophany
A temple from below
It's the magic that I know

Eucharist and rebirth
A blessing from the goddess herself
Awakening the shadows of my self
				

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 spirit's 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 Tretnendum Atque Fascinans

Open the floodgates in the womb of the world
To the dreams of the dead, the Other
Where the screams are left 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
				

There is a way to break the glass
I found a hole in the black mass
There is a place where one will learn to see
To glimpse the vast

Senses speak of something grand
Just beyond the grasp of hand
A place within to wich I wish to return
I stand on the threshold
Focused and prepared to burn

Winds, take me on!
I wring my body to lose control
Through the music's violence I bare my soul
Ill Will is the fuel that has to flow
The Opposition
The friction that allows minds to grow

This inflation makes the spirit lift
As if in chaos, ghost from my flesh may shift
For moments may the senses lose their way
Its being's grasp
Then I am gone and flying free

Winds, take me on!
Moments of the vast and the great
Well beyond both love and hate
The humble eyes where all appears as one
As if undraped

Lift my soul, take me away!

Unfolded wide is now the sky
So the earth and so am I
Winds, take me on!

Of the world I am a son
Through the world my will is done
By my will I will become
I am free
I am gone
				

[Instrumental]
				

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
Blessed be a death that takes you higher
Whatever your faith is, that verily is you
The crack in the skull, the knife that cuts you through

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace 
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound

Nebulae swirl like dust by your lotus feet
The above contained within, the whole complete
Dweller of invisible landscapes of blood and bone
Omniscent, immanent, present and unknown

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace 
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
Blessed be a death that takes you higher
In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God!
In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God!

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace 
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound
				

The presence
The dweller I must strike down
From where I stand
My shadow
On the doorstep we shall meet again
The one who stands guard before the gate

Oh the horror, by dread I'm seized
The terror of my dreams released
I die and die yet again
On my way... towards my fate
The last of ends

The end of the tunnel 
I see
A faint glow far away
Calling me

I must squeeze myself through this narrowness
Towards the other side
Striving
Angst and a sudden empowerment
And I am through

Oh by horror I am unleashed
The terror of my dreams released
I die and die yet again
On my way towards my fate
The last of ends
				

Familiarity trickles down through the narrow corridors of faith
In the pathways of Jerusalem I breathe
Nature's grace, radiantly glowing cold, she pours the wine onto my flesh
I bathe in the stream, I wash away the ash

Throughout the vastness of time - Alone
Throughout the vastness I climb - Alone

Twice born - blood is spilled from the cups of ghosts
Twice born - close the eyes to recieve the host
Precedence is given to the dreamer
Precedence is given to the brave

I catacombs I dance the dance of Death, I run away from fear
In illo tempore, was that so, where do we go from here?
We are naked in the darkness, we are one
Yet there is solitary in the vast expanse of mind, the threshold to eternity
We all find ourselves wandering through the pastures of Arcadian splendor
Are we going to the time before time? Remember, remember...

Throughout the vastness of time - Alone
Throughout the vastness I climb - Alone
Ever closing in on the shadows of the strange attractor
A return to a paradise that we have lost
				

[Instrumental]
				

From my domain I need to move again
Out in the night I settle out
Into the mires of my mind
I start to sink, slip in between
To reach the rift between two worlds

Far beyond
In the grand darkness
I walk in awe

I travel while I see and see and lose my breath

In the silence I hear their cries
The newly born and those who die
This is the end of time
Here, where all is frightening and sublime

Death 
Silence
Life
The sky
				

The cure's song

It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time
A story on the radio

Something small falls out of your mouth
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer
For something better

Please love me
Meet my mother
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow

Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Fighting for freedom on television
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything?
She struggles to get away . . .

The pain
And the creeping feeling
A little black haired girl
Waiting for Saturday
The death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside me
And turn me round
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days

Caressing an old man
And painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
All shadows and deliverance
Under a black flag
A hundred years of blood
Crimson
The ribbon tightens round my throat
I open my mouth
And my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
Thrashing in the water
Over and over
We die one after the other
Over and over
We die one after the other
One after the other
One after the other
One after the other
One after the other

It feels like a hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
One hundred years 
				

[Instrumental]
				

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
Blessed be a death that takes you higher
Whatever your faith is, that verily is you
The crack in the skull, the knife that cuts you through

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace 
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound

Nebulae swirl like dust by your lotus feet
The above contained within, the whole complete
Dweller of invisible landscapes of blood and bone
Omniscent, immanent, present and unknown

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace 
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound

Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
Blessed be a death that takes you higher
In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God!
In awe we stand of The Motherhood of God!

Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace 
Supreme Mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world your deities abound
				

There is a way to break the glass
I found a hole in the black mass
There is a place where one will learn to see
To glimpse the vast

Senses speak of something grand
Just beyond the grasp of hand
A place within to wich I wish to return
I stand on the threshold
Focused and prepared to burn

Winds, take me on!
I wring my body to lose control
Through the music's violence I bare my soul
Ill Will is the fuel that has to flow
The Opposition
The friction that allows minds to grow

This inflation makes the spirit lift
As if in chaos, ghost from my flesh may shift
For moments may the senses lose their way
Its being's grasp
Then I am gone and flying free

Winds, take me on!
Moments of the vast and the great
Well beyond both love and hate
The humble eyes where all appears as one
As if undraped

Lift my soul, take me away!

Unfolded wide is now the sky
So the earth and so am I
Winds, take me on!

Of the world I am a son
Through the world my will is done
By my will I will become
I am free
I am gone