Crematory Into Celephais
Blood curdling shrieking
It echoes through the dark
Falling ever downwards
A million pits in maze
Passing most malicious
Shapeless dreamy visions
The laughing winged things
scornfull to all sense
The opening in gloom
Entering in twilight
Silently swaying
Dwell in upper region
Beneath the fallen moons
Among the scarlet spheres
Material dissolution
The utter wastelands
Find thy true name
At the gates made of bronze
The ivy covered walls
Around the hills of Surrey
Engraved far ago
At the bridge made of oak
Across the streams of water
The river or Raraxa
An overpowering scent
The breeze of life's venom
Surrounds the dark collumns
Protect the Lords throne
Onward into Celephais
To seek forefathers ground
Long awaited gathering
Into native lands
A vague recollection
Lifeless narcomania
Floating in Raraxa
The throne is all yours
