Testo di The Order

Cold Moon rides in the skies Like a gloomy still life And from dusty old pages, I read the tales Secret ancient legacies By an artist's hands come For most eyes not to see, one can't deny them The glimpse of twilight and the immortal dreams by the sea What dwells just for now can be eternal Become witnesses of all unconceivable secrets And symbols of our Mother Nature Novus Ordo Seclorum comes from ancient papyri And the deepest of the roots grants forever One split the thin bread into a thousand and 40 pieces So they could become Spirits of Time As I turn these old pages The night is shrouding on And the chariot of crowned child brings the first light Then I learn how to teach When I'm called to shut up Closing doors of my life for human nature