Texty: Bolt Thrower. The IVth Crusade. Celestial Sanctuary.

As the sky turns black,
And the earth sleeps in peace,
Roaming the clouds,
In search of a sacred place.
Spirits soar higher to a land where they are king,
Mortal shells left with you, within shadows they dwell.
Take me far away-deep within the dream,
There I can be free from life's misery.
Blood rushes through my veins, I can't feel exhilaration,
The freedom of my mind can take me far beyond.
Take me far away-deep within the dream,
There clearly seen life's unreality, Sanctuary.

Take me far away-deep within the dream,
There I can be free from life's misery.
Each night I await the call of my silent quest,
To run through the wind alive in the darkness,
Take me far away-deep within the dream,
There clearly seen life's unreality,
As the dawn gets closer-to my body I shall return,
To live amongst you all, for nightfall I yearn.