The Witching Hour

In the hour before dawn
 the nordic mirror lies black yet calm
 reflects my shadow and heaven above
 The frost force the ocean up
 past the shores towards the mountain tops
 Spirals flash green glittering blitz never seen
 by the eyes of the selfpronounced clean
 through shining mists past the planet of witz
 mysterious realms still exist
 In this black and blue void schiziod creatures will toy
 with fragments of what once where souls
 dreamlike i follow their path dark and hallow
 my feet barely touch the ground
 Ride the radiant waves into unexplored space
 obscure scenery changes
 into trance without end to lunatics glen
 spellbound i kneel down in pain
 The lurkers and i
 become one
 as a hunters eye like the moon
 together we ride the storm
 magic unfolds at the crack of dawn
 reborn
 Like my fathers before me
 i am shown the way