At the end of my days
Lost in dreams I cannot inhabit
A peaceful escape
A world more true then truth itself
In my dreams I walk alone
Through ancient gardens
Through enchanted forests
And I heard the call of the south
A world in purple twilight
Shimmering trees and immortal roses
Beyond the golden valley
I passed shadowlike groves
Ancient ruins that stands
Before the mighty wall
Older than aeons may be
Pierced by the gate to eternity
Many times I paid visits
To this strange, strange world
Wondering how I could stay
In this dream of death
Beyond the gates
A land of dreams
That brings no return
For those who enter
At the end of my days
Lost in dreams I cannot inhabit
A peaceful escape
A world more true then truth itself
In my dreams I walk alone
Through ancient gardens
Through enchanted forests
And I heard the call of the south
Oblivione
And I found the yellowbrown roll of papyrus
In the city of Zakarion, ancient home of the wise men of dreams
And whose wisdom did not allow them to be born into the known world
I found their tales of heaven and hell
And now the sacred drug shall open the gate
I drift into my dreams over the groves, over the valley
And the gate stands open, a dismal shimmer flows through
Taking me to eternity, amazed by the sight that meets my eyes
Here is no land or sea
Here dwells no light or darkness
Just the infinite aeons exist
And I dissolve in this crystal clear emptiness
Ex oblivione
