Opium For My Soul - Rune

Last night in my dreams… echoing in what seems

The chambers of the sacred-

Whispers that put me to sleep

Twilight harvesting.

Priests of navigation

Persistent themes in incessant change

The future’s despair entangled

In ancient past’s long reign

Lost is what we’ll never know…

Grasp intellect of lost worlds

The inquires of their unwanted

The theories of their most maddened

The shadows of their darkest rooms-

Exposed in this release from reality

Behold the oldest gods… and basking the glow

And lying in the wake the scenery unfolds

A mind marked by abstraction

Harmony in the chaotic breath

All times wind carried away my tonal

Pictures that thought paints-

What I can’t shut out

That would go ill with sleep

Steals silence from the night

Dreaming becomes an art

Opium for my soul