We’re nothing, but a handful
Of stardust watching stars
Beholding an old projection of the sky

Our weakness and passions
Our greatness and laws
Suddenly it all becomes so small

May the silver star bring Wisdom
From the rays of golden dawn
In this sea of vice and virtue
We see kings becoming pawns

From the night sky open windows
Dead lights come through from the past
We behold an ancient mirror
Beyond lifetime, ever last

I do such a vow of silence
About every time I see the Holy Light
I do such a vow of silence
That even for me the words aren’t enough to say

See ourselves around this planet
We act the Play of Life distrait of the price to pay
We live so proud and play so careless
That we kill the guide star to be cast astray

May the silver star bring Wisdom
From the rays of golden dawn
Under seven brazen symbols
Feet of clay for ruby crown

When we find the last Lost Kingdom
One more pigeon flies the Hall
Comes the Holy Guardian Angel
Marry sacred counterparts

Spell Number One
We will stalk
The Black Star
I see this light and I can’t believe
That no longer exists that shiny star

Spell Number Two
The star’s born
The star shines
The star dies
It will shine no more

Spell Number Three
Beware the Envy, beware the Intolerance
Beware the Inconstancy, beware the Lies
Beware the Vanity and all addiction
That Man has built to destroy the Light