Lore Testo

Angelic visions hewn in white
a relic sacred, gift divine
bathed in sallow golden light
piercing the vessels of mankind

who kneels before the mantle gold
projecting thoughts into the sphere
where light dissolved manipulates
the aeons cold austere
the inner chamber stands agape
the void benign and whispering
a feather carves a crescent path
age-hardened is giving in

the seeds we've sewn rising forth
the sons of trite and jealous birth
who wash their hands in blood and soil
a golden light an earthly toil