Opening the gates of dreams divinity
Drinking knowledge of hidden realities
Scary man with a pen in his hand
The adventurer
On his adventure
I am one from many stranger lands
Writing minds' journeys through nights
Shadow watches from candlelight
Like a psycho with a knife
Cutting away at the flesh
There is lots of blood all over the place
Now in the languid, fading fire's light
And its wax that is bleeding black
I read in a grin the work I've written
I extinguish a dying cigarette
Then I stand up for the demon's applaud
For waking the wisdom as the Hallow One
That we are our own god
Our own god
God
God
God
God
God