Through the mist where shadows glide,
Whispers stir — they cannot hide.
Crawled in stone by ancient hands,
By gods commanded, shifting sands.
A raven’s cry, your father’s eyes,
Pierce the veil where silence lies.
A sacrifice to the Three of Dreams,
Blood runs dark in hidden streams.
The Sphinx awaits at Delphi’s throne,
Riddle of flesh, of fate, of bone.
Answer true or be undone,
All paths return beneath the sun.
The Wheel turns bright, the Wheel turns black,
Fortune spins and calls us back.
Rise, then fall, then rise once more,
What was is gone, yet waits in store.
The Chariot thunders, bridled flame,
Will unites the beast untamed.
Victory bought by sharpened breath,
The road runs close beside to death.
The Fool steps forth, no ground below,
Yet seeds of worlds within him grow.
His laughter cuts the veil of night,
Unknowing guides him to the light.
The Magician lifts his hand on high,
Draws the star down from the sky.
Wand and chalice, sword and stone,
He binds the powers as his own.
Thus the hymn resounds again,
From mortal tongue to godly pen.
From star to stone, from breath to bone,
The gods enshrine what is their own.
Whispers stir — they cannot hide.
Crawled in stone by ancient hands,
By gods commanded, shifting sands.
A raven’s cry, your father’s eyes,
Pierce the veil where silence lies.
A sacrifice to the Three of Dreams,
Blood runs dark in hidden streams.
The Sphinx awaits at Delphi’s throne,
Riddle of flesh, of fate, of bone.
Answer true or be undone,
All paths return beneath the sun.
The Wheel turns bright, the Wheel turns black,
Fortune spins and calls us back.
Rise, then fall, then rise once more,
What was is gone, yet waits in store.
The Chariot thunders, bridled flame,
Will unites the beast untamed.
Victory bought by sharpened breath,
The road runs close beside to death.
The Fool steps forth, no ground below,
Yet seeds of worlds within him grow.
His laughter cuts the veil of night,
Unknowing guides him to the light.
The Magician lifts his hand on high,
Draws the star down from the sky.
Wand and chalice, sword and stone,
He binds the powers as his own.
Thus the hymn resounds again,
From mortal tongue to godly pen.
From star to stone, from breath to bone,
The gods enshrine what is their own.
