Oh, bleak muse
Speak now through me
The speech of dreams
My somniloquy
Dream, dream, dream
Dream of the night
(That sees)
(That speaks)
That shines
Dream, dream, dream
Dream of the darkness
(That seeks)
(That seethes)
With terror divine
And guide my soul
As the night bird born
Upon Deimosian winds
Through the Gate of Horn
Dream, dream, dream
Dream of the dead
That stir
Awaken
And rise
Dream, dream, dream
Dream of the daemons
Of absence
And void
Where my night bird flies
To join in dread
And Eros forlorn
Wed I with Other
From dusk 'til morn
(In the Devil's Hours)
(When the place of slumber)
(Becomes the wasteland of dreams)
(There in the absence you appear)
(Suspended above me in silence)
(Casting Death's Eye upon me)
(You still my form)
(And draw out the night bird from within me)
(To fly upon winds of terror and ecstasy)
Oh, bleak muse
Speak now through me
The speech of dream
My somniloquy
