The Lamp Of Thoth - Victorian Wizard | Текст песни

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Sorcerous fires engulfe us but Alchemy raise them up
I have strange symbols in my mind, oh dear girl
Wash the dirt from your eyes, and relish the final sigh
What fate ordains, the innocent will entertain - rise again.

Whe stand upon the dawn,
The dawn of a brand new age
Where ghosts they walk, their spirits raised
They can now be master: now that your God is dead
Weep not for forgiveness - ssh! - don't beg

Oh, come with me my love into stranger realms,
Your eyes shine with wondrous fires from hell,
No spirit may wrest us, asunder you and I
Whilst other names fade, my love - ours remain

There's new places around us,
Concealed in strange angles
From where our true masters hail
A tesseract dimension
A field of joyful pain
Where we can begin again

Rise again now!
Share this pain now!

Can I contain such beauty
Within this sacrifice?
We travel together on this knife
Your soul's my canvas
Inside you is my paint,
Artist and subject,
Share a fate

Rise again now!
Share this pain now!

- Under the gaslight her gaze reaches for heaven her eyeballs heaving at the roof of her sockets trying to emulate the way the grass seeps through the splintering cracks of the pavement to escape into to the world above; an operating table is now an altar. She understands not the strange names of old Gods and the invocations of other dimensions - only the swift tickle of the knife as she gazes at organs she never knew she had, and marvels distantly at the crimson splendour of her true personality -

From this weird dimension
I am but a shadow cast
But for now my dear, call me Jack,
And you're forever my Mary
Together we'll always be
Beyond this silhouette and solid.

Oh, come with me my love into stranger realms,
Your eyes shine with wondrous fires from hell,
No spirit may wrest us, asunder you and I
Whilst other names fade, my love - ours remain

- As she is in the final stages of her ecstasy, I ponder the meaning of the signs her flesh has granted to me, but They, wondrous and legion, call me back into distant and abstract spaces -

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