Bryant Clifford Meyer - Threshold of Transformation lyrics

I've arrived City of Lucid dreams Before me A building Looms caked in Inky grime The act unknown Actor in sleep Here I enter And here I see The circle and Bones made in haste The winds to Anoint the Faithful Amorphous specter turns From old to new Rests in faith beside me We wait for the quiet fire To be born and there it is Embodied by a boy His voice small and grey Whispers smoke to the chosen Upon our heads He places crowns Sewn with hiss and higher tones The boy presses whispers into her And they bathe in valley's pale rain Rain