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