When Gold Turns Into Lead

The night sky stands quiet
Static and heavy silent
Only slowly circling spirits
Upon the mouth of bottomless deep
Light touch of the pale hand
Of the Divine father of vast eternity
Opens the locks of time
Revelations from the endless maze
Old and silent master
The numinous fire of the gods
Who rules this world in Darkness
From the throne of truth
Lord of Death, strong and wise!
Show the roots of the underworld
And lift us high to the tree of death
Strong and ineffable, a blessed end
At the borders of two worlds
When the gold turns into lead
The new path is Manifesting
A journey without flesh
O darkness, open to me your arms
Which are the cage of death
And close the gate without grief
Without pain and loss
Old and silent master
The numinous fire of gods
Who rules this world in darkness
From the throne of truth