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Mysticism (Khors)

Black eye-sockets of the forest mires Staring in the distant icy edges And into the sky and crystal stars That still treasure wisdom of the ages Ancient world is muffling up its bones And revealing secrets just to me, Sleeping to the music of the horns, Hoping for the better times to be