I drink the milk of ceres.
Dread elixir.
Crude nauseous willful poison,
Healing wounds unhealed.
Purge, vomit, convulse, collapse.
I gain the knowledge.
Separate mind from body.
I break open the skull.
Papaver somniferum.
Amrosia of the ancients.
Morpheus, god of dreams, grants
Me entrance to the den of the wicked.
Anarchy of dreaming sleep summons
Long dead harlots.
I kiss the queens of hell.
Cleansed from the dishonours of the grave.
Potent destroyer of grief.
Abyss of divine enslavement.
Thou hast the key to paradise.
Nepenthe.
Nepenthe.
(Guitar solo)
Every night I descend into chasms and sunless abysses.
Depths below depths from which I am hopeless to reascend.
Thou hast the key to paradise.
Nepenthe.
Nepenthe.