The Mirror of the Soul

Brother, there's a man at the gate, he has something in his hand
He says it fell down from the sky, should I let him in?
Maybe it's an omen, maybe it will take away our sin, our sin...

'Tis a diamond that he has, the biggest one I've ever seen
And when he holds it in his hand, it's shining like the sun
He says it's from another world, he calls it the mirror of the soul

We must place it on the altar high, send the Devil to the fire
Power over men we'll have when they see it shine, when they see it shine

Brother, fetch the Abbot now, tell him of this wondrous thing
Tell him that we'll have control of all the riches it will bring
When people come to see it, for money we will purify their souls, their souls

With my knife I'll kill this man, I'll send him to the Promised Land
And when we take the diamond, we will have the future in our hands
In our hands

When we place it on the altar high, send the Devil to the fire
Power over men we'll have when they see it shine, when they see it shine!

That's how it started, that whole new religion, and people everywhere
Had to give up all their possessions at the Abbé St. Pierre
But with their gold they could buy a redemption, and the promise of
Eternal life
And the centre of it all was a diamond divine

It was up there on the altar high but for the monks it would not shine
So with subterfuge they used the light of the sun, fooling everyone

It was late at night when a young boy was in there with his friends
And they dared him up to the altar, to touch the famous gem
And when he did, the whole place exploded with a great and wonderful light
And people came from everywhere to see it

When he took it from the altar high, everyone could make it shine
Except the Abbot and his men, for them, no light
They could not make it shine

And in the end, many heard the brothers, making confession of the
Things they had done
And the Abbot led that sad procession, as they went through the
Gate past the place where it had begun

And all their dreams of glory, all their schemes and stories
Would come to nothing after all
Because a power greater from the world's creator
Gave us love to light the mirror of the soul
Only love can light the mirror of the soul

All through the world, there are many others, who always follow
Everything they are told
By men with rules and regulations, using old superstitions and
Tales to assume control

But all their dreams of glory, all their schemes and stories
Will come to nothing after all
Because a power greater from the world's creator
Gave us love to light the mirror of the soul
Only love can light the mirror of the soul

They come to nothing after all
Because a power greater from the world's creator
Gave us love to light the mirror of the soul
Only love can light the mirror of the soul