Lyrics Transcendental Migration - Antilles

Climb down the ancient steps
Of the old city
To open the holy gate
The sleeper is awake
Sunken island, reemerged
Unveiling our genesis

Cosmic nature guiding us towards the stars
I wander ill-lit eonian paths

I'm standing at the edge
Echoes know every language
The great hollow depth
The all swallowing sun
Staring in the abyss
My mind's racing away
Shapeless thought pattern
There are shallows

Spiritual horrors haunting my dreams
The great old ones speak to me
Cthulhu fhtagn

The dreamer's dream came true

Remaining sanity ripped to shreds
Forever trapped in the wake of a dream
Cthulhu fhtagn