Orne Lighthouse
We were waiting for the night
to search the hidden gate to lighthouse
Wise men travelled many days to see this nightfall,
we were searching astral way
Lighthouse
Dreams of memories
Past lives
Sorrow sweet
Silent waters turn around,
tides are tearing the ancient walls
Once the pride and once the war,
only ruins now – only figures on their fall
Lighthouse...
Strange to see it will never mend,
as all those years go by
Feel the wounds that will never heal
Hear the angels lifting people from their graves
As I turn the pages of this dusty Tome,
once held with great respect and dedication by my true ancestors,
I realise the sinister nature of my bloodline
With one single gesture I reveal my grade,
form a Circle within a Circle,
feel the presence slowly building…
I am who I am, no denial anymore…
I’ve written the Names on a piece of paper, to finally have my Will obeyed.
“I conjure thee, O Creature of Fire, by Him who removeth the earth,
and maketh it tremble, that thou burn and torment these spirits,
so that they may feel it intensely, and that they may be burned eternally by thee”
The Curse!
By the Fire!
Smoke is rising through the trees,
sunrise greets the bright air
Looking through my eyes you’ll see
all those dreams now –
all those little memories
Silent waters turn around,
tides are tearing the ancient walls
Once the pride and once the war,
only ruins now – only figures on their fall
S A T O R
A R E P O
T E N E T
O P E R A
R O T A S
