So Black Among the Dreamscape

All evil over the ground
We transform big icons in the grave
Atone! The Queen continues
All sticky beside the mud
I invoke odorous witches beyond the dreamscape
Way cool! The twilight is going
So black among the dreamscape
We dream of grotesque claws before the clouds
Be luminous. The Knave will come again
alone hungry 
walking out of the world 
sun on his face 
Out of whose dream 
a stranger 
chase his dream 
unable to stop