Somniloquy - Akhlys

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