Illnath
Book Of Sand
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Descending rapidly down the spiral
Not quite sure what I have embarked
Thoughts don't make any sense at all
In the shifting, liquid dark
The words my eyes read on the sheet
Pull my gaze along the lines
Devour facts my comprehension meet
In the words, between and behind
Pulling my fate along in the book of sand
(what does it make to make out this enigma?)
Secrets of eternity's at hand
(everything here is a reason to fear the book of sand)
The paper crackles perfectly as I slowly turn the pages
The letters once more greet the light, the first time now in ages
A careful, calligraphic handwriting of a magus
And I crawl deep into his knowledge's pitch black mines
Dig deep and read the breed of the deed!
Dust swirl out of reach of my dim candle light
Little fragments of ink and paper freed of fearless fright
What word were you, my little one why fly into the night?
A death, a tear, a philtre or poison flowing in the wine?
To read and search so deep inside
Behind, beyond, between the lines
What wonders are there I shall learn
Behind, beyond, between the words?
Between the pages like sand...
Not quite sure what I have embarked
Thoughts don't make any sense at all
In the shifting, liquid dark
The words my eyes read on the sheet
Pull my gaze along the lines
Devour facts my comprehension meet
In the words, between and behind
Pulling my fate along in the book of sand
(what does it make to make out this enigma?)
Secrets of eternity's at hand
(everything here is a reason to fear the book of sand)
The paper crackles perfectly as I slowly turn the pages
The letters once more greet the light, the first time now in ages
A careful, calligraphic handwriting of a magus
And I crawl deep into his knowledge's pitch black mines
Dig deep and read the breed of the deed!
Dust swirl out of reach of my dim candle light
Little fragments of ink and paper freed of fearless fright
What word were you, my little one why fly into the night?
A death, a tear, a philtre or poison flowing in the wine?
To read and search so deep inside
Behind, beyond, between the lines
What wonders are there I shall learn
Behind, beyond, between the words?
Between the pages like sand...
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