priest of the older god

 

you know just where the mystery will end
so many hills on which the forest grows
but not enough for minds to comprehend

shadow and substance to the truth pretend
now we demand the army line in rows
you know just where the mystery will end

no matter what we know just who to send
to break the bank and end the long repose
but not enough for minds to comprehend

what has been saved will not be there to spend
he who comes in is not the one who goes
you know just where the mystery will end

too soon we have on one man to depend
whose wisdom centres things upon the nose
but not enough for minds to comprehend

your task is now to see us all ascend
with many intimations and some shows
you know just where the mystery will end
but not enough for minds to comprehend

a safer kingdom

 a narrow vision gives way to the law
your choice is formed by forces not your own
wisdom and judgment govern us alone

we wait the season of the patient thaw
the force of winter is seen in the stone
a narrow vision gives way to the law

the newer rule needs no talon or claw
we venture out into the realm that's known
there is no weight of evil to atone
a narrow vision gives way to the law