Seance - Rebirth

Smoke is the serpent's flickering tongue!

It floats, surrounds the sleeping child

Contains the unscrewed hands

Which can become the endusted key

Freeing the one that shall never Be free

liberabitur, qui non liberandus

Dim, foggy, grey-eyed waking sleep!

Reigned by the serpent's magnet-grip

Willless minds observe the scene

Drowned in a web-enchanted sea

, Freeing the one that shall never Be free

Soon it is done

We wake the one

Sleep high my sons

Stretch out your hands

And then he stands (2X) And then he hunts (2X)