Mysteries of nature untold
Through the ecstasies unfold
By the grace of the gods
Through the innards of the soul
We bear witness to the Other
To the embrace of the great mother
To the burning in man
To transcend
Open the floodgates in the womb of the world
To the Dreams of the Dead
Ride the storms where the seas of chaos whirl
In the Dreams of the Dead
We don't abide by the narrow tunnels
Where the spirit's turned to stone
Where the face of Mammon's risen
And our magic is unknown
We set sail to the edge of reason
Where the worlds are clear to see
Though we are not of the Son of Man
We are to be free
The veils of doubt swept away
Mysterium Tretnendum Atque Fascinans
Open the floodgates in the womb of the world
To the dreams of the dead, the Other
Where the screams are left unheard
Open the floodgates in the womb of the world
To the Dreams of the Dead
Ride the storms where the seas of chaos whirl
In the Dreams of the Dead