I Dreamt That I Was Lying On The Bottom Of

The Dark And Never-ending Sea

On A Bed That My Dead Lover Was Preparing

With His Own Skeleton For Me



("...bring Us A Goat And We'll Show You The Way

Straight Through The Realm Of The Fallen And Slain ...")



I Sensed The Wretched Spectres Of The Drowned

Staring Across From Some Distant Shore

And In My Sadness I Drew Closer

To Condole And Somewhat To Implore



I Am Like The Doubtful Kiss Of A Corpse

Or Maybe The Kiss Of An Ancient Stone

Yes, It's Like Kissing Some Marble Statue

That Has Neither Warmth Nor Life Of Its Own...



("...down, Further Down, Where The Gloom Becomes Sound,

On The Cell Where Your Love Might Be Found ...")



Cover The Mirrors, Fragile Has Died

Leaving But A Starless Ruin Behind

Shatter The Mirrors, So That He Can Never Be Called

Back From The Blessed Silence Of His Sacred Vault



No, No, No... Put An End To The Show

I'm Going Back To The Land Where The Bone-flowers Grow

To "the Wild, Weird Clime That Lieth, Sublime

Out Of Space And Out Of Time"



See The Shape, But Can't See Through

No-one Can Ever Hate Me As Well As I Do

Know When To Throw A Laugh, Know How To Force A Smile

Whatever The Intention... I'm Such A "friendly" Lie



("...bring Us Only This Goat And We'll Lead You To Him

It Shall Open The Gates, So We Can Sneak You In...")



"Bring Us A Goat And We'll Show You The Way

Straight Through The Realm Of The Fallen And Slain

Down, Further Down, Where The Gloom Becomes Sound

On To The Cell, Where Your Love Might Be Found

Bring Us Only This Goat And We'll Lead You To Him

It Will Open The Gates, So We Can Sneak You In

Oh, It's Cold And So Dark Here, And You Must Keep In Mind

No-one Can Get You Out, If You Overstep Time..."