The Dream-Vessel's

(Verse 1) A chamber, vast, in silent turning spun, On some strange axis where all worlds are one. A bridge of bone, a path to central space, Where form and phantasm interlace. (Pre-Chorus) And there, above a shape of angles deep, A vessel floats, from which the crimson rays seep. Not light, but liquid fire, a living hue, That shifts and bleeds to scarlet in the view. (Chorus) O, Dream of Kadath! Vision spun of lies! Whose geometry affronts the sleeping eyes. I tread the bridge—the will within me burns— And from your grasp, the waking soul returns. (Verse 2) No terror shrieks, no clawed hand rends the air, But vast disquiet, a profound despair. The mind, unmoored, in silent panic drifts, As from the real, the dreaming soul uplifts. (Pre-Chorus) And in the quiet of the waking dread, A final sigil imprints on my head: A mark arachnid, on the urn's cold side, Where ancient secrets and new horrors bide. (Chorus) O, Dream of Kadath! Vision spun of lies! Whose geometry affronts the sleeping eyes. I tread the bridge—the will within me burns— And from your grasp, the waking soul returns. (Bridge) Not nightmare-born, but by that touch undone, Lost in the turning of a stolen sun. The chamber fades… the scarlet glow is gone… (Outro) But in my blood, the eerie turning lingers on. And on my mind, more sharp than any brand, The spider-symbol from that unknown land.