The Master

Here in my temple

Here in my shrine

That you have forgotten

Here do you toil

That you might remember

Here you reclaim

What faithless minds have stolen

Far from yourself

I grow ever nearer to you

Your eyes once were blinded

Now through me do you see

Your hands once were idle

Now through them do I speak

And when the world shall listen
And when the World shall see
And when the world remembers...

That world will cease to be.