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as the man went up to his room

his thoughts were of his only child

"this book for you my son"

was all that he wrote

and he slept with a smile on his face

and when he could read the orphan would find a book

no one else could see

your poor father´s passed away my friend

and now I am all you need

so don´t read me my son

for I might not obey

and don´t leave me alone

for you might surely die

now at twelve he entered the room

it´s been locked since his father´s death

inside he found a trunk on the floor

and a key on a hook by the door

"why must I open this chest?

father was never there for me"

a voice came from nowhere

"it´s never too late to carry on with his name"

but it won´t ever go away

it´s locked in my mind

the book is the key for the circle

and if I should die before I wake

I pray for the magick in my soul

it´s mine forever to take

the book is here, it´s in the book

the spell of life´s inside

my words live on, my life was gone

but now I come alive!

the book is here, it´s in the book

the shadows lurk inside

my words live on, my life was gone

but now I come alive!

I call on the name of who I serve

to invoke his force into me

no more a child

I am now a god,

my father lives in me