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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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 devilchild must go
 Beneath! Beyond! Behind! Below!
 Like the wolf unto its kin, it wails
 Oh, what music it makes...