Of Dementia

Drawing me far beyond the wall of sleep
Tentacles fill my sleepy brain
Diving indefinitely, going deep
In a sidereal vacuum, his domain

I fly over his worshippers
In the swamps of the earth
And in stellar temples
Through abject sacrifices
Through accursed voices
They chant the repugnant verses

You're the stranger in the dark
The host of the abyss
The sunken lord under the mark
Of the apocalypse
You're the true blood of the stars
Of dementia, the fire
Of the great fall, the scars
The unholy martyr

I feel the spray
Of the sea on my face
R'lyeh is reflected, green and gray
On the infinite darkness of space

In a vertiginous roar
Master there you are
The chaos, the cosmic disorder
The sweet madness catches me
Makes my soul free
Free from the border

You're the stranger in the dark
The host of the abyss
The sunken lord under the mark
Of the apocalypse
You're the true blood of the stars
Of dementia, the fire
Of the great fall, the scars
The unholy martyr