[Music: Wiklund]   [Lyrics: Schulman]      Spirits are coming from a dark dead sky   The whispers and shadows are calling me      Molested and lost   My soul is turned to dust      The funeral in fire calls my name   The ancient dark desire tears me away   Power and damnation from the shining moon   Seven are the ways which will lead me through      Molested and lost   My soul is turned to dust      My scorn and my pagan hate   Engraved mournful lies   Realm of chaos arise   The other side awaits      Longing for the aeons under the bloodred clouds   My molested soul will enter the past   Into the abyss and over the stream   My visions became true and my soul is free      Molested and lost   My soul is turned to dust      My scorn and my pagan hate   Engraved mournful lies   Realm of chaos arise   The other side awaits   My dreams are deeper than deep   Visions are darker than black   We will dwell further   Gathered shall we be