Let the word of silence be yours for ever true. As thou sit among the darkness searching for a clue.
Light the candle for a woman and her dog. Close you’re eyes and fly away from everydays fog.
Let you’re masks of illusion fall one by one to the floor, let the pure essens of no-thing transend forevermore.
As the sound of the waken world disappears from within. To the sweet voice of our lady S’lba you will slowly tune in.
Let the sun behind the sun gudie you on you’re lifes path. Towards the night of Pan you turn and with the hidden one laugh.
So let all things in youre hart go as we turn our faces towards, to the one beyond ten as we fall forwards in darkness backwards.
pylon of the pit 