10-67 P.D.O.A.. Demo. Dreams. Zeneszám

Though I hear the words but do not speak them

Though I see the images I wish the reality to hold them

Within my thoughts I'll let you in though I can not bring you to them

Lead it through the way, though it seems forbidden

A clamp down on the veins in brain, the storm cries out the hidden name

Eagles eyes could not see the worm in its hidden pleasure form

Dreams cast upon the blinking star, a lie forever held no more

This flame will regain and bestow the spell to whom it lasts forever

So it is done