Dimension F3H - The Dreaming

Through the dark patterns of sleep Among the shadows, imagination Through the mist, through the sands of time Cut the trail to consciousness These are the hallways That's part of the Dreaming The kingdom of Oneiros In Nightmare and Dreamscapes Past sleep and beyond The seven circles of fantasy Come Shadows and shapes as the mind descends Beyond the passage, through the gates of Death But where shall wisdom be found Is this the place of understanding? As twilight falls the voices fade See blood red, cold neon black In the end it's just an end The dream of dreams Beyond life, past death so surreal Within the mind, the illusory abduction Starfilled gaze, pale white dark tall Transcend the Universe I am a servant of Dream Through fables and wonders and tales from past dynasties From dust and ashes and wind From the secrets That's held in The Dreaming As twilight falls the voices fade See blood red, cold neon black In the end it's just an end The dream of dreams Things need not have happened to be true Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot When the last living thing has left the universe Then our task will be done -The Sandman- Through the dark patterns of sleep Among the shadows, imagination Through the mist, through the sands of time Cut the trail to consciousness These are the hallways That's part of the Dreaming The kingdom of Oneiros In Nightmare and Dreamscapes Past sleep and beyond The seven circles of fantasy As twilight falls the voices fade See blood red, cold neon black In the end it's just an end The dream of dreams