[In remembrance of HP Lovecraft 1890-1937]

Engaged in dreams
But the vision is more then it seems
Beyond this waste,
lies warm gardens that shines in their grace

-Take me there!
I'm so tired and broken

Over the oceans of dust
beyond the memory-shores

-Give me a journey,
an endless one

Beyond the mirror lake,
and all of its horrors

And so he slept through this dream as a weeping child,
seeking an passage to this promised land

And so in the distance,
he saw a cooping,
and then a wall, all covered with ivy
-This is it!
I have arrived
Beyond this wall lies beauty for miles
In the wall was a door almost in gold
Thou he struggled with all his strength,
the door were locked
-Why is this?
This cannot be
The door is locked
I have no key
So came a voice whispering
The voice came screaming
-ZAKARION!
Whispering
the voice came screaming
ZAKARION!
Zakarion the dreamer's town,
in which he found the key
The bolt to the secret door,
a drug to make him see
Far beyond this waste,
so he travelled forth
Undid the gate and gazed into
what he thought was
Warm gardens that shined in their grace,
was now nothing, just emptiness and space
A thick silence and a smoothing embrace
as he stared into Chtus face
His soul was drained
His mind was gone
As he drifted away
into obliviones

[Lyric by: Birath]