Extractions of visions from the husk With blade true and right, guide thy hand Golden amber flames crackle-flesh whispers sought secrets Drift into emptiness, embrace the void Fragmented shadows coalesce To form flickering windows of momentary paintings Enter the waking state of lucid trance Reaching the threshold of madness... Slowly clawing Morpheus' realm.. "Im Wahnsinn der Nacht werden alle Klange verstandlich" Blessed entrails most holy Capillaries of auguries reveal their wisdom Golden amber flames crackle-flesh whispers sought secrets