Mansions of Fear, Mansions of Pain
Adam Kalmbach
In the bleak wind blown from space
In the dark, alone, unwilling, we embark
Hanging from the hidden roof of night
The black interim, the folded poppy
Mansions of fear, mansions of pain
Mansions of fear, mansions of pain
Crossing the frontiers of darkness
To summon that which may consent
To be delayed, but not to be denied
In the bleak wind blown from space
In the dark
Alone, unwilling, we embark
Hanging from the hidden roof of night
The black interim, the folded poppy
Mansions of fear, mansions of pain
Mansions of fear, mansions of pain
Crossing the frontiers of darkness
To summon that which may consent
To be delayed, but not to be denied
