Wherein Achatius Is Awakened and Called Upon Lyrics

Fever dreams and and the trumpets call
All wakeful sleep must end
For the winding way will surely lead to the fall

The holy heavens shudder and howl with bitter joy
All wakeful sleep must end
For the seventh key has come to reap and destroy

Through empty churchyards into the woods
He heeds the call
Ascending through ghostly spruce and pine
He heeds the call

At the crossroads they stand in October's gloom
As warning to peasant and king
Three corpses in knightly garb foreshadowing doom
Their martyr wounds gaping

The journey ends and the hymnal organs call
All wakeful sleep now done
For the winding way has led to the fall

The abbey casements flicker and echo with glorification
All wakeful sleep now done
For the seventh key has unlocked the waiting graves

What strange sights one may see when the end comes

"Nox mihi dira fam (non) retulit somni
Heu me dolens, plango"
What strange sights one may see when the end comes
"Diesque clara non adduxit lumina;
Heu me dolens, plango"

"Alas, Achatius...fever dreams do end
and for you nothing will return"