Night has fallen with whispering tongues On the monastery Sheets are empty but who is the one With the quill before him? May you open Codex Gigas, what lies behind? Spread the pages, hell and heaven on opposite sides No more ink is put down by the quill Soon touched by morning As in honour the monk greets the one Painting his portrait May you open Codex Gigas, what lies behind? Spread the pages, hell and heaven on opposite sides May you open Codex Gigas, what lies behind? (Was there a prayer, a special prayer, to have the one come forth?) Spread the pages, hell and heaven on opposite sides Bearer of the cloth in white May you open Codex Gigas, what lies behind? Spread the pages, hell and heaven on opposite sides (Watch the riddle through the ages, it will always remain.) (Watch as it lies open) May you open Codex Gigas, what lies behind? (Was there a prayer, a special prayer, to have the one come forth?) Spread the pages, hell and heaven on opposite sides Bearer of the cloth in white