Oh, The Brave Music Of A Distant

A Hair Divides What Is False And True.

Awake, My Little Ones, And Fill The Cup Before Life's Liquor In Its Cup Be Dry.

The Entire World Shall Be Populous With That Action Which Saves One Soul From Despair.

The Secret Must Be Kept From All Non-people. The Mystery Must Be Hidden From All Idiots.

And This I Know; Whether The One True Light Kindle To Love, Or Wrath Consume Me Quite, One Flash Of It Within The Tavern Caught Better Than In The Temple Lost Outright.