Oh the words of the wise, the dead and alive,
Seem the only hope of peace
I divulge and devour their infinite desire,
Their passion, their love
Make my own, make my life,
Scurry away the demons in sight
My eyes, my ears, my senses
They are my Gods, my truth

Hide me away to a world of wisdom,
Where love and loss are but fleeting moments

Take me in hand, guide me to the immortal page