Sacred allegories

Or mystic idol

Experience and honesty

Transcends the symbol

Global simplicity

Opens all meaning

Quiet individual

So awe-inspiring



Nothing is gained

No one is lost

A basic rule

One has to trust



Over bended men

Sat the tyrants

But now fate is vain

And lies silent



Over hardened hands

Grows up the world

Now senses proclaim

An oracle...



Venture some greed

Like a brassier glows

For certainties

No need of hope

But an antique meed

Promise of old

Sworn by an oak

And the wind blows...



Sacred allegories

Or mystic idol

Experience and honesty

Transcends the symbol

Global simplicity

Opens all meaning

Quiet individual

So awe-inspiring



amongst open minds

will bloom the world

for ones who dare listen

to the oracle inside...



[Solo: Will]

[Solo: Rob]