The howling

Beneath the surface of the great primordial sea Beyond life and death Behind the veil of all our dreams so frail Below the remnants and the dust of all past The wailing of the mysteries That caress the hearts of those who have laid them bare Where the winds of twilight ever blow Beneath, beyond, behind, below In the lingering light of the primal fires Through the din of all centuries past A call to see, to learn, to know So that fearless, we may go Beneath, beyond, behind, below The howling Can you hear it still? The faint echo of the great war The spectral tremor of the giant collapse Of the primal scream and a severed dream The first, the last, the howling of the mother Still wrestling, scales agleam With the silence of the void Howling throughout eternity Yeah In the lingering light of the saints of fires In their fusing of word and deed A call to see, to learn, to know So that eager, we may go Beneath, beyond, behind, below Proclaimed by prophets for centuries now The amplified rage of aeons For eternities, in the rising seas and in their deeps Reminding us Where every devil child must go Beneath, beyond, behind, below Like the wolf unto its kin, it wails Oh, what music it makes