Once asleep, a seizing nightmare took hold of me.
We were all clinging ononto a hook thatwhich was floating in the air.
We were dancing like puppets shakedshaken by hard winds.
Albeit we were alive, thus far as skinny as Auschwitz’s prisoner.

Why did we come to this place?
Who told us to find out about
Redemption at the Palisades ?
What we saw tonight is not a Dream
Reality. It is nothing but hallucinations.
Our world is fake, this is the Endend.

Heated up by the outcries of fear
of my companions,
I caught them running in circles, screaming, shouting.
They wore striped pajamaspyjamas, they looked like zombies of the Riverriver.
I looked down at myself and shrugged. Everybody yelling in circlecircles.
Above us, a quiet méditative starry sky.
We kept our hands together, then startingstarted to sing
Necronomicon’s songs, we dropped our last strength to join the deltas
.
Down the River Silk, Down the River Silk.