I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos   Your garment alive with your song   (Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos)      Steep the spiral to your far abode   In the wake of slumber, vision I rode   And fell like history through the chasm of ages   Into the charged, forbidden zones      How I have searched   Through a million worlds and faces   Yet unaware, I have not found   My own true face, traceless and profound      Find me in these grandiose halls   Where long ago summers eternally fall   And tune the strings of truthful longing   To the frozen music of Gods      Hypnagonia's lucid horizons   Play with the yearning I've quelled   As I strike towards the Pantheon   And what therein is held      I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos   Your garment alive with your song   (Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos)      Steep the spiral to your far abode   In the wake of slumber, vision I rode   And fell like history through the chasm of ages   Into the charged, forbidden zones