The Straight Line and the Curve

Four golden signs, all the elements define
Forged in the ministry of fire
If all things observed form a straight line and the curve
The sun and the moon shaped in desire
And the sun it holds dominion as our ruler and our king
And the moon shows such devotion to its master
So man he must be bound in eternal wondering
As he gazes to the heavens for his answer
Four golden signs, all the elements combine
When all attempts end in disaster
Beyond the care of the compass and the pen
Into a world beyond hereafter
And they showed me all the workings of a world beyond our own
Do the angels ask the never-ending questions
And through a blackened mirror in a language of their own
Orphaniel casts his light and shines his wisdom
Four golden signs, Galgaliel defines
Forged in the candlelight in darkness
Between the worlds of the straight line and the curve
The sun and the moon spin on regardless
But she of the vulgar eye, only emptiness will see
An obscurity and bittersweet despairing
Balanced as the cross on the spheres of misery
As they swirl around the master of their caring
Four golden signs, all the elements define
Forged in the ministry of fire
No good can emerge can emerge from the straight line and the curve
If the sun and the moon shape our desire