Bestride Shantak (Dies Irae)

Do you feel the night? Bow down before Thee Prepare for journey Ceremony, hideous rite Between caves in woods There is a secret place Where sinister statue bears This is your key to other worlds Of no other even seen When you spout the invocation Your destiny belongs to Thee Made one with chaos I call you vested in rime of vault Palfreys hatched from obscurity Nocturnally ride for thirsty might Myriads of ways lost in times Tunnels ad infinitum Blinded by impermeable darkness Of the Ancient Ones Pictures, visions made by night When she was young Journey for aeons And at the end the light Cosmic vortex, everything lost Wistfulness is the key