One more dead soul, there's a hole in the sky Illuminating dream quest, the prophet's eye By virtue of madness a sign of faith Lurking at the threshold you're lost between the gates d**h's a solution to life's dead illusions Stranger aeon's, stained by re-creation Stranger aeon's of hallucination Stranger things, that eternal lie Awaiting beyond the time to die City of gods in the temple of lies Initiation progression, Zarathustra cries You were wrong from the start We'll never part Stranger aeon's, stained by re-creation Stranger aeon's of hallucination Take strange d**, swallow your pride It's all but a game, nuclear stock piles