Album: The Book

The Mysterical Words of The Wise

During the sleep like Black Butterflies
they'll come flying
The old secrets they whisper to us.
The Magic Words out of the Space springing
Glowing fog - the Silver temple.

Covered with dust, bones of the old Wisemen
Sing a song of their ancient ancestors.
The Magi understand the mysterious words
They paint Signs - the parchment turns yellow.

But still we are at a deep sleep
We don't know the Words for waking up.
The Beam of Eternity makes us sleep - why?
The mind is alive - cold frost.But one time the Mystical Words
will come to life
(Men en dag vil de Mystiske Ordene komme till live)

wake up the Demons break the peace
(vekke Demonene bryte freden)

The Butterflies will fly away,
the Knowledge will stay
The moonlith of Wisdom will shine
through the night