Prophesy of the Horn
Into darkness I will fade
Into a night that man has made
but through that gloom shall gleam the sun
When I am lost; and again am won.
Release! Release! I call to thee
In new lands across the sea
Let another, on narrow pathways, come to me.
Furthest and Highest, yet not beyond reach.
Choose thou well a path that will teach:
How the sunken is raised And emptiness is filled
and a wandering heart can finally be stilled.
Seek the Great Stone! Mark it well, with a sign
And those who see it shall know it is mine
And seeing shall ponder and certainly know
As the Ancients have writ "As above, so Below
And I shall guard the source of Greatness
Waiting by a teardrop
From neaither joy nor sorrow born
In silver bound, Beneath the ground,
I am the Spiral Horn.