Bolt Thrower

As the sky turns black,
And the earth sleeps in peace,
Roaming the clouds,
In search of a sacred place.
Spirits soar higher, to a land where
they are king,
Mortals shells left with you, within
shadows they dwell.
Take me far away-deep
within the dream,
There I can be free from life's misery
Blood rushes through my veins,
I can feel exhilaration,
The freedom of my mind can take
me far beyond.
Take me far away-deep within
the dream,