Hidden beneath the pyramid of Cheops
\nTransported to Hebron in the dark
\nTravel in both heaven and earth
\nWith Secrets gleaned from the ark<\/p>\n
Zep Tepi and the Book of the Dead
\nThoth the first Hermes
\nHieroglyphics and breath control
\nTo repel all disease<\/p>\n
As Above, So below<\/p>\n
Amenhotep of the flying disc
\nSecond Hermes and the operation
\nSeducer of Nefertiti
\nRuler of the Egyptian nation<\/p>\n
Alexander at Heliopolos
\nApollonius, third Hermes
\nBalinas the last receiver
\nMortality recedes<\/p>\n
As Above, So Below<\/p>\n
Fathered by the Sun
\n(Fathered by the Sun)
\nMothered by the Moon
\n(Mothered by the Moon)
\nCarried by the Wind
\n(Carried by the Wind)
\nNourished by the earth
\n(Nourished by the earth)<\/p>\n
Rising from the earth
\n(Rising up to heaven)
\nObscurity is cleared
\n(Obscurity is cleared)
\nStrong power of all power
\n(Strong power of all power)
\nFormidably revered
\n(Formidably revered)<\/p>\n
Method of the World\u2019s creation
\nApplication of the pattern
\nAnswers contained within tablet
\nComplete operation of the sun<\/p>\n
I am thrice hermes trismegistus
\nI am thrice hermes trismegistus
\nI am thrice hermes trismegistus
\nI am thrice hermes trismegistus<\/p>\n
Thrice Hermes
\nThrice Hermes
\nThrice Hermes
\nMy Work Is Done<\/p>\n
Aconite and Belladonna
\nEmbrace to touch the sun
\nSoma named as Amanita
\nBelieved to be the One<\/p>\n
Steeds of the sun-god soar the skies
\nAs the forest maiden gives life
\nIntoxicating melancholy
\nSheathed in veils of purest white<\/p>\n
Only the shaman will survive
\nShould the crimson be consumed
\nFiltered by the human body
\nThrice cleansed and now exhumed<\/p>\n
Fairies wearing gloves are warning
\nOf a palpitating fright
\nDestroying Angels lie in wait
\nTo prosper in the night<\/p>\n
Socrates lies sleeping sound
\nAs the clusters slow down time
\nEvery creature has its bane
\nAmongst the foliage and vines<\/p>\n
Entheogenic occultism
\nLeaves its followers manically entranced
\nExperiencing samsara
\nNow philosophically enhanced<\/p>\n
Atropos holds deadly shears
\nWhile the mammettes stare on blind
\nSages take on mandrake\u2019s secrets
\nThat replicate mankind<\/p>\n
Fairies wearing gloves are warning
\nOf a palpitating fright
\nDestroying Angels lie in wait
\nTo prosper in the night<\/p>\n
Now more than ever
\nMy search for solitude
\nFrom what has now become
\nThis feral isle<\/p>\n
My feelings are so cold
\nA sense of bitterness
\nBreakdown of morals
\nBreakdown of humanity<\/p>\n
Forged ones roam the land
\nSoulless in their hate
\nTake me there, to the hidden cove
\nFar over the moors, to where the North Sea laps the shore<\/p>\n
As the rain falls down
\nFrom ever grey skies
\nSo I yearn for change
\nSo I yearn for the past<\/p>\n
Like never before
\nEvery day seems the same
\nForgive my misanthropy
\nSkill River my bane<\/p>\n
The serpents of the sea
\nSo full of memories
\nQuicken the ships
\nSorrow fills her hold<\/p>\n
The ancient cities
\nStones of time
\nSo I yearn for change
\nSo I yearn for the past<\/p>\n
Wrenched from a life of solitude
\nFrom your questions and demands
\nYou tell me of the terror
\nThat will befall these lands<\/p>\n
I am not your half-hand
\nYour saviour or your king
\nHow can I protect your lives
\nOr bring power to this ring?<\/p>\n
At the top of mighty Kevin\u2019s watch
\nFrom my past life I am torn
\nBut I cannot reforge the staff
\nFrom which all life is born<\/p>\n
He\u2019s amassed a wedge of darkness
\nTo sweep in from the hills
\nHow can I hope to stand against
\nFouls blackened, twisted ills?<\/p>\n
His maligned and twisted power
\nGives Dark Life to the taken
\nFrom Deep beneath his distant lair
\nA new evil will awaken<\/p>\n
CHORUS:
\nWhite Gold Wielder
\nLeper, Shriever
\nWhite Gold Wielder
\nUnbeliever<\/p>\n
There were three kings into the East
\nThree kings both great and high
\nAnd they had sworn a solemn oath
\nJohn Barleycorn should die<\/p>\n
They took a plough and ploughed him down
\nPut clods upon his head
\nAnd they had sworn a solemn oath
\nJohn Barleycorn was dead<\/p>\n
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on
\nAnd showers began to fall
\nJohn Barleycorn got up again
\nAnd sore surprised them all<\/p>\n
The sultry suns of Summer came
\nAnd he grew thick and strong
\nHis head well armed with pointed spears
\nThat no one should him wrong<\/p>\n
Ploughing \u2013 Cutting \u2013 Cudgelled and Slashed
\nCorn God \u2013 Barleycorn!
\nHung and Scorched and Crushed to Dust
\nCorn God \u2013 Barleycorn!
\nPloughing \u2013 Cutting \u2013 Cudgelled and Slashed
\nCorn God \u2013 Barleycorn!
\nHung and Scorched and Crushed to Dust
\nCorn God \u2013 Barleycorn!<\/p>\n
The sober Autumn entered mild
\nWhen he grew wan and pale
\nHis bending joints and drooping head
\nShowed he began to fail<\/p>\n
His colour sickened more and more
\nHe faded into age
\nAnd then his enemies began
\nTo show their deadly rage<\/p>\n
They took a weapon, long and sharp
\nAnd cut him by the knee
\nThen tied him fast upon a cart
\nLike a rogue for forgery<\/p>\n
They laid him down upon his back
\nAnd cudgelled him full sore
\nThey hung him up before the storm
\nAnd turned him o\u2019er and o\u2019er<\/p>\n
Ploughing \u2013 Cutting \u2013 Cudgelled and Slashed
\nCorn God \u2013 Barleycorn!
\nHung and Scorched and Crushed to Dust
\nCorn God \u2013 Barleycorn!
\nPloughing \u2013 Cutting \u2013 Cudgelled and Slashed
\nCorn God \u2013 Barleycorn!
\nHung and Scorched and Crushed to Dust
\nCorn God \u2013 Barleycorn!<\/p>\n
They laid him out upon the floor
\nTo work him further woe
\nAnd still, as signs of life appeared
\nThey tossed him to and fro<\/p>\n
They wasted, o\u2019er a scorching flame
\nThe marrow of his bones
\nBut a miller used him worst of all
\nFor he crushed him between two stones<\/p>\n
And they have taken his very heart\u2019s blood
\nAnd drank it round and round
\nAnd still the more and more they drank
\nTheir joy did more abound<\/p>\n
John Barleycorn was a hero bold
\nOf noble enterprise
\nFor if you do but taste his blood
\n\u2018Twill make your courage rise<\/p>\n
\u2018Twill make a man forget his woe
\n\u2018Twill heighten all his joy
\n\u2018Twill make the widow\u2019s heart to sing
\nTho\u2019 the tear were in her eye<\/p>\n
There were three kings into the East
\nThree kings both great and high
\nAnd they had sworn a solemn oath
\nJohn Barleycorn should die<\/p>\n
They took a plough and ploughed him down
\nPut clods upon his head
\nAnd they had sworn a solemn oath
\nJohn Barleycorn was dead<\/p>\n
At the mouth of the Esk
\nA sudden storm approaches
\nBringing the stench of death
\nAnd ancient bloodlust.<\/p>\n
The evening sun
\nSets behind the moorland.
\nBringing the arrival
\nOf the schooner, Demeter.<\/p>\n
She sails
\nAboard her, Death
\nShe sails
\nNever again<\/p>\n
The calm was shattered
\nWithin an instant, the stillness broke
\nThe waves rose in fury
\nAs banks of sea-fog woke.<\/p>\n
In the hour of the high tide
\nShe came between the two piers
\nAnd crashed upon the East cliff
\nDeath upon the helm.<\/p>\n
At the front of the ship
\nA corpse tied to the wheel
\nBound by his own hands
\nA crucifix concealed<\/p>\n
From below the deck
\nA huge black dog jumped onto the shore
\nPast the abbey ruins
\nFor the sanctuary of the moors<\/p>\n
She sails
\nAboard her, Death
\nShe sails
\nNever again<\/p>\n
Ancient wildwood
\nSubconcious Minds
\nCeltic forest
\nSo full of memories<\/p>\n
Seductive in its pull
\nPathways call out to me
\nI feel its power
\nDisturbing me relentlessly<\/p>\n
Following that path
\nBy the side of the stream that leads
\nDeep in this mythic realm
\nSo cold, so dark<\/p>\n
I feel the woods oppression
\nShadows haunt my fitfull dreams
\nDisorientating
\nHaunted by what once was<\/p>\n
Days have passed
\nBut still it seems
\nIn here time has no meaning
\nThe woodland grows
\nSeductively
\nOppresive in its anger<\/p>\n
Once inside
\nDreams turn to reality
\nShamanistic Rites
\nPagan battlefields<\/p>\n
The legends come to life
\nGwinneth take my hand
\nHelp me find the way
\nThroughout this cursed realm<\/p>\n
Malevolant ancient spirits
\nPrimitive rituals
\nThe freedom of insanity
\nclosing in, temptation<\/p>\n
Ice age and neolithic
\nAvalon, Tir-na-noc
\nThe wall of fire
\nFrom which she will return<\/p>\n
Memory of the land
\nShadow of the forest
\nHollowing, Gaberlungi
\nSkogen, Lament, Falkenna
\nSilvering, Cunhaval
\nMoondream, Sinisalo
\nMorndum, the ghost into an unknown region<\/p>\n
And at its centre
\nA place of mystery
\nThe source of all
\nThe otherworld<\/p>\n
The fire burns bright
\nBird Spirit land
\nEver more deeper
\nThe quest begins<\/p>\n
Souls have been taken
\nNever to re-appear<\/p>\n
Enchantment\u2019s strong, My love for her
\nTake me through the fire<\/p>\n
Years have passed outside the wood
\nBut I have lived but a day<\/p>\n
Ryhope you will haunt me
\nTo the end of my earthly days<\/p>\n
In the shadow of the standing stones
\nPour the rivers flowing West
\nGiving life to the ancient tribes
\nAnd tales of murder, rape, incest<\/p>\n
Grain Pole Hill, a sentry view,
\nEver watching towards the coast
\nAnd looking back, towards the cairns,
\nPikestones, White Ledge and Hurst<\/p>\n
Knights Hospitallers lay tracks to the North
\nOver the windswept moorland heath
\nMysterious carvings now lay below
\nAll history lies beneath<\/p>\n
A tribute to a leader lies true
\nAligned between peak and pyre
\nAmongst the pasture, like the phoenix
\nLife rises from the fire<\/p>\n
Barren landscape \u2013 Tales of Anglezarke
\nBarren landscape \u2013 Tales of Anglezarke
\nBarren landscape \u2013 Tales of Anglezarke
\nBarren landscape \u2013 Tales of Anglezarke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Secret Of Hermes Hidden beneath the pyramid of Cheops Transported to Hebron in the dark Travel in both heaven and earth With Secrets gleaned from the ark Zep Tepi and the Book of the Dead Thoth the first Hermes Hieroglyphics and breath control To repel all disease As Above, So below Amenhotep of the… <\/p>\n