An art of power An archaic darkened gleam Shimmers through the cracks of the arcane Black sun, obsidian storm The holographic construct of being An empty space in the glow of clarity The sentient subconscious wraith is waiting... In the solar lodge I found the key That unlocked a celestial domain It gave me wisdom and the will to soar High in the face of the gods I am guided by the light of a black sun By streams of alchemy and time I am bound An archway to the mysteries, bridge of enigmatic light Glimmers through a rift in the umbra It rains upon the ether in a wash of quiet brood It blackened storm, obsidian sun I have been gilded by the light of a black sun By jaws of the emerald lion I am bound