Thelema

Now I know where you go;
By the fire the river flows
to an empty place with an open door.
I fear the tide, the deathly glow.
We bide our time with talk of hope;
This pace of time left us exposed
to your crooked cross which stained the floor
of a tragic land we cant explore.

For when its time we all shall know;
This haunted light which shines for us
will illuminate my splintered soul.
A pyramid of fear unfolds.
Born within a watchers grove;
I stir inside this witches cover
where the owl flies, spits and crows.
Three eyes of fear. Your mind exposed.