Yesterworld

<br>[lyrics: Stanne]<br><br>Over the moor of mist and through valleys of fate<br>I fly on my voyage through this moonlit landscape<br>of re-emerged figments of imagination<br>I am aroused in sleep....aroused in sleep<br><br>Far beyond the gate which reflects in the closed eye<br>reveal that a dreamscape lies therein<br>A yearning for a world<br>where the everlost find their peace<br>In the pearly gates of dawn<br>on the astral feed of minds<br>- envenomed to the bone<br>forever cleansed from all called wrath<br>as slumber sneaks upon<br>and steals the thought of man<br>all ridden from inner aggression...<br>A voyage beyond this world<br>In this paralell to real life<br>- access lies in dreams<br>Unveil hidden secrets in our sleep<br>- the key to what`s beyond<br><br>In the wake of man we see<br>essential dreams unfulfilled<br>Enhance the value of life<br>engraved words on the page of man<br><br>In the presence of the moon<br>an owl awakes and calls a name<br>tells a story of a world<br>accessable only at night...<br><br>&quot;This ain`t no dream...&quot;<br><br>Legend tells of a yesterworld<br>a dreamscape of strange light<br>&quot;It`s your dream coming true&quot;<br>Transcendance of the soul<br>All by the sign of the moon<br><br>I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames<br>that burn in the errors of our ways<br>In a night when the sky floats blue<br>as touquoise, and the stars of silver are twinkling<br>in their outmost pride<br><br>Now from dimensions fallen from the skies<br>- like the flow of a stream<br>From my sleep I continue onward<br>- sleep is just a shape of destiny<br><br>Weak sunlight of dawns to come,<br>dancing swiftly in the shadows<br>Shimmering, shining in a landscape of dreams<br><br>...landscape of my dreams<br>Dim reflections of the pale<br>a shade of grey in mind<br><br>In the presence of the moon<br>an owl awakes and calls a name<br>tells a story of a world<br>accessable only at night...<br><br>&quot;It`s your reality...&quot;<br><br>Legend tells of a yesterworld<br>a dreamscape of strange light<br>&quot;It`s much more than a dream&quot;<br>Transcendance of the soul<br>All by the sign of the moon<br><br>Soon these worlds will be one<br>and mankind feasts on the sights of it all<br>I yearn for things to come<br><br>Still wrapped in the thrall of slumber<br>as the mist slippes away to reveal...<br>And the wind tears a scream from my lips<br>- I am there....<br><br>In the dreamscape I adore<br>(a moonclad reflection)