Blood curdling shrieking 
It echoes through the dark 
Falling ever downwards 
A million pits in maze 
Passing most malicious 
Shapeless dreamy visions 
The laughing winged things 
scornfull to all sense 
The opening in gloom 
Entering in twilight 
Silently swaying 
Dwell in upper region 
Beneath the fallen moons 
Among the scarlet spheres 
Material dissolution 
The utter wastelands 
Find thy true name 
At the gates made of bronze 
The ivy covered walls 
Around the hills of Surrey 
Engraved far ago 
At the bridge made of oak 
Across the streams of water 
The river or Raraxa 
An overpowering scent 
The breeze of life's venom 
Surrounds the dark collumns 
Protect the Lords throne 
Onward into Celephais 
To seek forefathers ground 
Long awaited gathering 
Into native lands 
A vague recollection 
Lifeless narcomania 
Floating in Raraxa 
The throne is all yours