I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos
  your garment alive with your song
  I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos
  Steep the spiral to your far abode
  in the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
  and fell like history through the chasm of ages
  into the charged, forbidden zones
  [journeys]
  How I have searched
  through a million worlds and faces
  yet unaware, I have not found
  my own true face, traceless and profound
  So, find me in these grandiose halls
  whwre long ago summers eternally fall
  and tune the strings of truthful longing
  to the frozen music of gods
  [journeys]
  Hypnagonia's lucid horizons
  play with the yearning I've quelled
  as I strike towards the Pantheon
  and what therein is held