Beckoning
The children of the Night
The spirits of the undead
An the lesser lights

Now the time [bad word] to reach out
We must heed their calls
When Strange Gateways Beckon

Open up to what there is and what might be
In the end nothing is as it seems
The strangest dreams hide right in front of our eyes

Now the time [bad word] to reach out
We must heed their calls
When Strange Gateways Beckon

We stand before a passage
Something strange and profound
And we need to let go
Let ourselves fall through the ground
An give in to the gateways