The Order - Sub Rosa

Cold moon rides in the skies

Like a gloomy still life

And from dusty old pages, I read the tales

Secret ancient legacies

By an artist’s hands come

For most eyes not to see, one can’t deny them

The glimpse of twilight and the immortal dreams by the sea

What dwells just for now can be eternal

Become witnesses of all unconceivable secrets

And symbols of our Mother Nature

Novus Ordo Seclorum comes from ancient papyri

And the deepest of the roots grants forever

One split the thin bread into a thousand and forty pieces

So they could become Spirits of Time

As I turn these old pages

The night is shrouding on

And the chariot of crowned child brings the first light

Then I learn how to teach

When I’m called to shut up

Closing doors of my life for human nature