At the Ghost Gate - Portrait

Oh you, who spoke my name

Elevated one, or lonely shade

So friendly, yet your voice sounded sly

Art thou trickster or ally?

I’m still blind to your shaded plane

Tied by the tyrant’s veil

But your presence indeed let me know

That this was a victory in its own

Oh, how should I know

How to read your signs?

Come again now and speak on this night

Let me know your kind

By the fires of the underworld

And by the waters of death thou art called

Speak to me now once again

Come forth through the ghost gate

I beg you, who called my name

To reveal to me now why you came

And at this place where borders are thin

To your secrets obscure let me in

Oh, tell me how

Should I read your signs?

Come again now, appear on this night

Let me know your kind

By the fires of the underworld

And by the waters of death thou art called

Speak to me now once again

Come forth through the ghost gate

Oh, the shivers

As I stare into the void

What will I meet, will anything answer me

And will its stains bless or curse?

To these Crossroads I welcome you now

The ghost gate is open

Hear the call of the quick to the dead

Echo through the land… of bones

Oh, tell me how

Should I read your signs?

Come again now, return on this night

Let me know your kind