Orphanage Morph Veils of Blood In the beginning I read the signs of decay I was not to know what would come over me today At the arrival of the train my body arrived It could have been me and my mind was revived The key of solutions is right in my hand I've seen the tomb in which that urn stands My coming days are ruled by death Maria, why these veils of blood? Or am I of that little faith? As I struggled through the corridors of my overactive imagination, or paranoia as some might say, the ultimate truth overwhelmed me: Like a fly in a web she had trapped me I am doomed...doomed... The Case of Charles Dexter Ward A magician with powers so strange resurrected from the past He changed dust into flesh so not to rest eternally See: What is dust? Death? Or youth for life? (Joseph Curwen) Onwards your spell drew it Eyes will seek for you, trust a secret faith in the unknown ancient melancholic times Where the mist was, the old, the weak, are silenced Like the folks that ran away after years Never play with the raising of the dead Powerful minds will overtake yours Do not call up that which you can't put down Memorize the words of the descending node I'm climbing down now, it's dark in here I hear the moaning now I'm going back again to the cellar stairs I hear the moans again This time I hide my fear I climb down deep and find the answers here Embrace the darkness! (based on the story by H. P. Lovecraft) In the Garden of Eden Imagine a land of milk and honey You've been there in your dreams but it exists There is no shame, only love and joy And lust will be satisfied in ecstasy Flowers fill the hills of equality The fragrance of roses caresses the air Visions of Eden delights your inner child So take my hand, I'll take you there In delight we could dwell forever more To cherish the sea of magic dreams To eat the fruits of joyous temptation And bite into the shining apple green This Garden of Eden where mist engulfs the mind Where gods dwell to ease their sorrowed souls Paradise in my hand unifies all delight Together for eternity on borrowed time, take me Let your soul float into the mystic scarlet regions awaiting in your dreams Embrace the flowers of fulfillment which the prophecy foretells Listen to the oracle of light and chant the verses of the cold sun