Ancient Of The Old

On a crisp as bacon morning with the sunshine on my head,From the twilight of the dawning raised myself up from my bed.Fixed mine eyes upon a favor like no mortal eye behold,Then I chose to taste the flavor of the ancient of the old.On a chill as winter evening in a doubtful circumstance,He stopped the evil breathing of a one time's serpent's chants .Old black sea with silver lining how I long with all my soul,To quaff the mystic fragrance of the ancient of the old.From a red as amber burning with a chalice in my hand,I know there is no turning I must now obey command.At last decree has destined now the mystery untold,Will shine in all its glory from the ancient of the old.