Lord Hypnos — In Flames

I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos your garment alive with your song I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos

Steep the spiral to your far abode in the wake of slumber, on visions 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

So, 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

Hypnagoniaґs lucid horizons play with the yearning Iґve quelled as I strike towards the Pantheon and what therein is held