Over the moor of mist and through valleys of fate
   I fly on my voyage through this moonlit landscape
   of re-emerged figments of imagination
   I am aroused in sleep....aroused in sleep
  
   Far beyond the gate which reflects in the closed eye
   reveal that a dreamscape lies therein
   A yearning for a world
   where the everlost find their peace
   In the pearly gates of dawn
   on the astral feed of minds
   - envenomed to the bone
   forever cleansed from all called wrath
   as slumber sneaks upon
   and steals the thought of man
   all ridden from inner aggression...
   A voyage beyond this world
   In this paralell to real life
   - access lies in dreams
   Unveil hidden secrets in our sleep
   - the key to what's beyond
  
   In the wake of man we see
   essential dreams unfulfilled
   Enhance the value of life
   engraved words on the page of man
  
   In the presence of the moon
   an owl awakes and calls a name
   tells a story of a world
   accessable only at night...
  
   "This ain't no dream..."
  
   Legend tells of a yesterworld
   a dreamscape of strange light
   "It's your dream coming true"
   Transcendance of the soul
   All by the sign of the moon
  
   I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames
   that burn in the errors of our ways
   In a night when the sky floats blue
   as touquoise, and the stars of silver are twinkling
   in their outmost pride
  
   Now from dimensions fallen from the skies
   - like the flow of a stream
   From my sleep I continue onward
   - sleep is just a shape of destiny
  
   Weak sunlight of dawns to come,
   dancing swiftly in the shadows
   Shimmering, shining in a landscape of dreams
  
   ...landscape of my dreams
   Dim reflections of the pale
   a shade of grey in mind
  
   In the presence of the moon
   an owl awakes and calls a name
   tells a story of a world
   accessable only at night...
  
   "It's your reality..."
  
   Legend tells of a yesterworld
   a dreamscape of strange light
   "It's much more than a dream"
   Transcendance of the soul
   All by the sign of the moon
  
   Soon these worlds will be one
   and mankind feasts on the sights of it all
   I yearn for things to come
  
   Still wrapped in the thrall of slumber
   as the mist slippes away to reveal...
   And the wind tears a scream from my lips
   - I am there....
  
   In the dreamscape I adore
   (a moonclad reflection)