Sign of Osiris Risen

Lord Vicar

Collecting pieces of what once was me, she joins them silently by hand
She works her way on the familiar figure, I feel the pressure, an urge to see

Extreme heat inside the coffin home, carried through the dying land
I know my son because I swallowed his eye; this was the moment, my mind set free:

Lord of Love, Lord of Silence, Lord of the Dead. A process of imitation,
return of vegetation through the flood. His backbone and His river, a Sacred
Ram kept in His memory. The Soul of the Lord, of the pillar of Stability.
His genitals divided, worshipped His will, His fertility. Gloomy, solemn,
mournful actions for the rebirth of the grain. Sister in the sorrow, sharing
His Kingdom with the Dead. If wheat and clay were transformed, He will
always be the Perfect One.

This was all revealed to me in the movements of a ritual
Hooded figures guiding me through the moments of despair
Witnessing the sign of silence, I understand the union:
Between man and a woman there’s a return

Nail by nail and bone to bone, he is to be complete again
Like a beast he is reborn: On his feet and near perfection
Blood is rushing through his veins, his heart now beats with pain
Shivering, this deadly form, he dreams with open eyes

Hand in hand we rise and pray for those who came before us
We will let our love burn and our slaves will lose their sight
Resurrecting heavens vast we reflect the light that once was
Horrid is the might we bear as we strike back the night

Hope that you can hear the same strong and brave voice that I heard
The order of the guiding signs remains the same, just like above
All I said throughout the night, I did mean every word
Can you share this mystery with me, my only true love?


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