Exid. May the stars behave strangely, the deep things whisper kindly, and whatever rises from beyond bring only good omens your way. Beneath the black stars Something wakes Beneath the tide They wait From the sunless deep, the watchers rise From below (below) From beyond The sky folds inward eye by eye Eye by eye In the black between each thought A thousand watching eyes are caught Non-Euclidean dreams inside my skull The old ones move in sound, in sound I open my mind to the outer scene Now something ancient is dreaming me Dreaming me Dreaming me No sleep No dawn No holy ground No saving sound Ancient mouths Ancient mouths That speak as one One, one, one From below Below From beyond Speak as one One From below From beyond
