Incantation Lyrics

And in the monastery garden
Sat a woman with a book
A manuscript that lay
Within her frail and trembling arms
She looked around her nervously
As guilt rose in her heart
But the sway of curiosity
Had drawn her out too far
She wavered on the threshold
Of a dangerous decision
For this dark tome
Was no for human eyes to ever read
The pages dripped with legions
Of persuasive words and visions
So the volume had been hidden well,
but now it had been freed

For no apparent reason
Had the woman been drawn in
Perhaps it was a twist of fate,
an absence of real thought
She wandered to a room
That before she'd never been
And all at once the interest of her senses
had been caught

For no apparent reason,
had the women been drawn in
Where rows of dusty books
lay in an ominous display
And now she sat alone
in the concealment of the night
She was hungry now to liberate
the writings from their cage

The glimmer of a feeble moon
provided her with light
As she opened up the cover
and began to read the page
Fly, soul, the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant

Fly soul for your body must die
Fly soul for your body must die