Edge Of Sanity Incantation Lyrics

And in the monastery garden,
Sat a woman with a book,
A manuscript that lay,
Within her frail
And trembling arms,
She looked around her nervously,
As guilt rose in her heart,
But the sway of curiosity,
Had drawn her out too far.

She wavered on,
The threshold of a dangerous decision,
For this dark tome was,
No for human eyes to ever read,
The pages dripped,
With legions of persuasive words,
And visions,
So the volume had been hidden well,
But now it had been freed.

For no apparent reason,
Had the woman been drawn in,
Perhaps it was a twist of fate,
An absence of real thought.

She wandered to a room,
That before she'd never been,
And all at once,
The interest of her senses,
Had been caught,
The interest of her senses,
Had been caught.

For no apparent reason,
Had the women been drawn in,
Where rows of dusty books,
Lay in an ominous display.

And now she sat alone,
In the concealment of the night,
She was hungry now,
To liberate the writings,
From their cage,
The glimmer of a feeble moon,
Provided her with light,
As she opened up the cover,
And began to read the page,
Fly,
Soul,
The body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant,
Let none be guiled by false confession,
Truth shall be your warrant,
Fly soul for your body must die,
Fly soul for your body must die.