Bloodgroove - Secret Page of Unreadable Magick Lyrics

Pinch of dirt & drop of water
Armchair Wizard theorizing fodder
Pull but a rhyme from the Arcane Line
And claim it as thine own

All you see in front of you
Blurred lines you cannot know
No care in how you cast
No Intelligence in your tomes

You are a pinch of dirt in this hourglass of mine
A drop of water lapping tired on the shores of time

Sit a spell, you are fading fast
To claim what is not yours
Compared to lines I have written
You Conjure like a Gnome

What is a book without a spell
(Stupid)
What is a page without a quill
(Useless)
What is a rhyme without a reason
(Secret)
What is a day without a season
(Fruitless)

You bargain on your knees my friend
Protection from Evil is not given
To yellow curtain fellows
Nor phony shallow thieves