Bound for the lake of never-ending fire
Walk the narrow path to inner death
Hear the night-time song from underneath the ground
Wake and see the moon - above

Rising through the branches seized by early frost
It coils away like silver autumn breath
The song of solitude and death
The song of solitude and death

Cold is the moon and empty the night
Empty, aside from your wondering thoughts
Lost in the hills in the frozen gloom
Lost is your soul to your fortune or doom

The hollow moon over leafless branches
The jagged crags of the sparkling hills
The moaning marshes glowing softly by night
The pounding drums in the deep, in the deep

Cast adrift in the dream-side mind
Pathways revisited often, but lost
Wondering through the chasms of time
And endless seasons of twilight and frost

The hollow moon over leafless branches
The jagged crags of the sparkling hills
The lonely isle in the midst of the marshes
The raging fire in the Devil's pit

To be his disciple is to walk on your own
He of the deep, glowing eyes in the darkness
Listen - he speaks and his tongue is flame:
"The journey is long and there is death at the end."