Lord Hypnos Lyrics

Lyric discussion by Drav 

Cover art for Lord Hypnos lyrics by In Flames

This song is difficult to comprehend because of it's vagueness. I assume that's why no one has bothered to decifer it yet. Lord Hynpos is the Greek god of sleep. The speaker seems to find it difficult to fall into the deep type of dreams, (Steep the spiral to your far abode / in the wake of slumber, on visions I rode) the kind of dreams a god would inspire you could say. I suppose these are the kinds of dreams where you see everything imaginable... (fell like history through the chasm of ages / into the charged, forbidden zones) although I do not understand "charged" means. The speaker says he has searched these millions of zones yet cannot find his true self. I make a generalization here that no one is really who they want to be. However, everyone can dream of who they want to be. The speaker might be searching for who he wants to be but he cannot find something so deep or 'profound' inside of his mind. I believe the 'grandoise halls' are the same 'forbidden zones' which are the memories in his mind of which he dreams about. I call them memories because each time they are mentioned in the song they also mention the past. 'Tune the strings... / ... frozen music of gods' does not seem to make any sense so I've disregarded it right now. 'Hypnagonia' does not exist in the real world, meaning the band must have created her character. I understand her to be Hypnos' wife. although that is just my understanding, which isn't going very far. It is difficult to understand what 'horizons' means in this context. It has to be a boundry of some sort, most likely of knowledge or experience. This doesn't make sense though when followed by, "play with the desires I've surpressed / as I strike towards the Pantheon / and what therein is held". The Pantheon would be a temple devoted Hypnos and Hypnagonia among other gods.
All in all, this song makes very little sense to me, and I probably make even less sense to you. If this song were about death and how "your life flashes before your eyes", then the Pantheon could be considered an afterworld and yearning could be a desire which was regretibly surpressed. I don't know, I just got my ass kicked by a poem.