Oh, fertile Mercury, show us how to embrace the silence. The foretelling powers of man run dry.
Your refuge take, beyond the grasp of man, enthroned above the seat of kings. Free from contamination of clarity.
When the hand points to still contemplation, withdraw the consciousness into the vacuum of the mind.
Oh, fertile Mercury, show us how to embrace the silence. The foretelling powers of man run dry.
Let no sound or motion tremble the currents of your flight. Transcend the construct of time and let your light shine so bright that no man sees you.
Solitary upon the tops above the crowds, meticulous, both in mind and motion.
Hidden lore adorns the pages of his tome, crystal thoughts, secure from wavering.
Encased in silent composure.
And the great beast of hell, as dormant at the heel. Boast control of speech, action and thought.
Become a conductor to the knowledge, hidden in plain sight by the intricate measures of the gods. Tend to the secret seed of all life’s serpent plan.
Oh, steadfast Aion, show us how to embrace the silence. The foretelling powers of man run dry. Grace us with the salving rains of insight.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
