[Verse 1] Beyond the veil where conscious thought recedes, The master weaver shapes his silent deeds, Upon his throne within the mist-bound deep, He holds the velvet tapestry of sleep. [Chorus] A son of dread, yet walking paths of light, He weaves soft visions for the coming night, Opposing terror with a gentle grace, To shield the weary from the nightmare's face. [Verse 2] Within the realm of Plane of Dreams, He stirs the mind with sweet, ethereal fire, Where mortals wander when the eyes are closed, And find the peace their waking lives opposed. [Chorus] The glittering spires of the dreamland rise, Reflecting starlight from unearthly skies, A grand estate of phantoms soft and grand, Constructed safely by his guiding hand. [Bridge] Yet darkness lingers at the border's edge, Where twin-born shadows keep their bitter pledge, His sister stalks the terror in the gloom, To turn sweet slumber to a waking tomb. [Guitar/Synth Solo] [Verse 3] Within his heart a fracture starts to grow, As tainted shadows overflow the flow, The sovereign struggles in his glassy cage, Against the madness and the shifting rage. [Final Chorus] So heed the master of the phantom gleam, Who crafts the wonder of the mortal dream, When Norrath rests beneath the starry skies, The Lord of Slumber watches where he lies. [Outro]
