Tekster: Golden Dawn. The Art Of Dreaming. Nothing But The Wind.

You are out in the cold night, inside my magic desert realm
Fright is your guide
Spirits, astral entities, yet common sense you overwhelms
You flee and do not see

You are save but small inside your reason-moulded world
I'll make you fall, out of yourself you will be hurled

Demons wander, souls materialize, now you can't explain
No more time for lies!
You've crossed the border where all words end
Only yesterday you said it was nothing but the wind...

There is so much between heaven and earth
How can you declare that it has no worth
The tyrant within you is your only hint
He makes you believe that it's all nothing but the wind