The Silver Circle
Come to life my deviltry Possess this poor company
Our secret be benefit Their unhappy lack of it
Awaken my trusting friend My undisturbed reflection
So fluid your beauty All gears and teeth
Come Alive
Come to life my second skin To protect the madness locked within
Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues
Though words did betray us Did bury our past Cry blasphemy
Cancer masters instinct Sad passive release
Come Alive
Take my dear ones The use of this spell may serve too well
Our mouth is our chalice Our tongue our sword
And truth holds a dozen doors One thrown open wide shall yield one more
Yet mystery remains above their eyes
Come Alive