On a crisp as bacon morning
With the sunshine on my head
From the twilight of the dawning
Raised myself up from my bed
Fixed mine eyes upon a favour
Like no mortal eye behold
Then I chose to taste the flavour
Of the Ancient of the Old
On a chill as winter evening
In a doubtful circumstance
He stopped the evil breathing
Of a one time's serpent's chance
Old black sea with silver lining, how I long with all my soul
To quaff the mystic fragrance
Of the Ancient of the Old
From a red as amber burning
With the Chalice in my hand
I know there is no turning
I must now obey Command
At last Decree has destined
Now the mystery untold
Will shine in all it's glory
From the Ancient of the Old |
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