The Art of Dreaming - Golden Dawn

Empty is the world that’s known to you

I left it behind, to eternity I broke through

Thousand times I dreamt and woke up in my bed

One time in another dream, on earth I was dead

I know of seven gates of dreaming

That one can enter into a separate reality

Not in ordinary dreams, they are not as the seem

Nothing real, the dreamer’s fantasy

But if the dreamer starts to get control

Entities of other dimensions cross his way

His dreambody awakes and the wings of his soul

But woe to those not strong enough, a deadly price they pay