The Sermon

Far beyond a dark horizon Over a majestic sea The island ascends And upon the highest mountain Under the stars aligned Beneath a pale silvery moon We gather for the sermon now We gather for the sacrifice Candles burn and smoke from Fire rises high Making morbid shapes and Shadows crawl across these Sacred grounds West, North and South, the one more Enlightened than us all Turning pages made from skin, Chanting long forgotten words We gather for the sermon now Black mass to call upon the Sleeping One Wake up from your slumber, Rise from your watery grave Ascend from your sunken kingdom And claim the universe again We gather for the sermon now To call upon the Elder Ones We all come for the ritual To call upon the Dreaming One Deep below the rolling waves Stone by stone, built this place Where the ruler stays asleep Chained by the dreams We gather for the sermon now To awake the Sleeping One Gather for the ritual A black mass for the Dreaming One