Popesmoker

As my head turns in with the tide
I can't speak to it
In the air the Beltane-tide
Reveals the druid
But then that would be a lie
Don't feel the spirit
Folk-lore of uncertain times
Is how I see it

In it's refrain
It stays the same
Magus arcane

I cannot see any signs
No meaning to them
No visions had to divine
Nothing to intuit
All I know is so anodyne
Gnostic confusion
Medicated views intertwined
Spiritual loose ends

In it's refrain
It stays the same
Magus arcane

O' Saint Teresa
Her face cast in stone
Was it really pain or ecstasy
That brought her close to the lord?
Set my mind adrift for a while
My only conclusion
That which binds us most to this world
Will set us from it

In it's refrain
It stays the same
Magus arcane



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Writer(s): Jeremy Brown
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