Caught in the cryptic frontiers of mind 
Just having fun, this weird old guy 
In a haven rather hard to find 
For those who do not dare to fly 
The gates of bedlam open wide 
As he explores his hidden side 
Deeper, deeper, into a fathomless abyss  [bad word] the kingdom of his own 
That's for no-one else to be shown 
Dreamer, seeker of the grim reaper, they say 
But the escapist knows the way 
en route to Elysium never have to feel lonesome 
Hanging around with Morpheus at night 
Taking a nice nocturnal jaunt 
Drinking wine with this immortal Wight 
All the way until the day has dawned