The Great Work

A spirit wanders in the skies above
It makes all illuminate below
It lights the candles of my wandering soul
Unveiling mysteries untold

I share my prophecies unto a world that I forsake

If our creator had a masterplan
He’d guide us gently through the land
And show us secrets yet unknown to man
Mysteries to understand

I share my prophecies unto a world that I forsake
Retrieve my legacy out of this dream you will awake
Ancient philosophy, guided by the snake
Astray theology, into a last mistake