Lord Hypnos
I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos
Your garment alive with your song
Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos
Steep the spiral to your far abode
In the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
And fell like history through the chasm of ages
Into the charged, forbidden zones
How I have searched
Through a million worlds and faces
Yet unaware, I have not found
My own true face, traceless and profound
Find me in these grandiose halls
Where long ago summers eternally fall
And tune the strings of truthful longing
To the frozen music of Gods
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
The soul that rises within us, our life's star
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar (Cometh afar)
Hypnagogia's lucid horizons
Play with the yearning I've quelled
As I strike towards the Pantheon
And what therein is held
I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos
Your garment alive with your song
Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos
Steep the spiral to your far abode
In the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
And fell like history through the chasm of ages
Into the charged, forbidden zones
Your garment alive with your song
Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos
Steep the spiral to your far abode
In the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
And fell like history through the chasm of ages
Into the charged, forbidden zones
How I have searched
Through a million worlds and faces
Yet unaware, I have not found
My own true face, traceless and profound
Find me in these grandiose halls
Where long ago summers eternally fall
And tune the strings of truthful longing
To the frozen music of Gods
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
The soul that rises within us, our life's star
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar (Cometh afar)
Hypnagogia's lucid horizons
Play with the yearning I've quelled
As I strike towards the Pantheon
And what therein is held
I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos
Your garment alive with your song
Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos
Steep the spiral to your far abode
In the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
And fell like history through the chasm of ages
Into the charged, forbidden zones
Credits
Writer(s): Jesper Claes Haakan Stroemblad, Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte, Anders Par Friden
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