The Charlatan's Lantern - Dream Void

5. Rub The Lantern We walk this earth Searching for the truth We learned the human mind To satisfy our wicked way A silhouette of the beast Stand before my eyes His temptation sinks so deep Deeper than the deepest mind "Rub the lantern! Rub it now!" I see the earth is shaking I see the smoke is rising Walking through the mountain Into an oblivious town Seeing the tent of the peddler That came from another dimension We wore the sign of Utukku The sign of the ancient curse He bore the sign of Akrabu The symbol of the scorpion-man A silhouette of the beast Stand before my eyes His temptation sinks so deep To reach for the Lantern of Might Through the centuries of hidden knowledge I've learned the weakness of man Feeding on their lusts I return again, again and again Higher form magic To capture your soul Hallucinate with sour fury We create what man hate "I tempt you" Knowledge is like a looping tower Inside a golden pillar That contains the secrets of the Micro and Macrocosm We create what man hate. Lead: Ashmedi.

With time's passage, though, what worth would such things be Without a pen with which to write, Nor a voice with which to speak If I found you gazing back at me As the second night descends? For time steals us all away one day, does it not? It robs us of the things we want to hold onto the most. And believe me when I say That it lies in wait for no man or woman to make their haste. Just as easily, a thousand years would go to waste. The work is all the same before the eye of God, Is it not? Perhaps it is the plot I've lost? Perhaps I've lost my Way? At this point are they not the same? Am I not treading the One and only Pilgrims' Westward Way To do the workings of the One and only Thing? Have I not come this very way in search of higher things at stake? I have seen it manifest, I have seen it ache, I have been the squander, and I have been the mirth As their eyes avert from heavens sent to guide them to their birth. As they foster their impurity and mock the very Way In which the lurking and the murmuring Shall speak from night to day Will they choke upon their poison and speak the poison word While not manifesting the purity they sought. O', what a shame, O', what a tragedy it is for these words to fall upon deaf ears Doomed to never reach their subject. O', what a fool am I to have laboured and believed In such petty human things, When it was clear from the beginning; That we are westward souls? I pray the night might take me. I pray the night might take me westward bound. To confront who we are, to confront the shadow self, I pray the night might take me. If I must die a thousand deaths and die a thousand more As nameless, faceless, restless men Who nightly reach deaths door Then pray this lantern lays still lit to adorn my very soul. She told me once... "This is what happens in the mountains Where the light can't reach." So I go westward, westward bound.