In the Coldness of a Dream (Instrumental)

The deep is deep / this is only chaos and death /

Seance and breath / when they play on the flesh /

a queen like Nefaru lay on his chest /

the dean is forever /

take prey on success /

I can find god without needing a coordinate /

hand to hand /

man to man /

feed a ***** fortunate /

seven gold cities of Cíbola isn’t all of it /

Cut a lion’s head off and wear it like an ornament /

This isn’t something that’s conventional in its origin /

It’s a situation of people needing some more from him /

It’s primordial for the devil to want to war with him /

Chaos and conflict always has been the norm for him /

He was a product of a Machiavellian myth /

Sacred mushrooms and some amerindian piff /

The Navajo twins that carried me in the myst /

To Korriban and entered the academy of the sith /

Heaven or Hell / which one was my heart /

You lived on the edge / of death when you’re gone /

Your bones become scars /

When you murder your soul /

You levitate high up above.