Place pen to paper
And call up forgotten words
Carve up our world
And pour its blood forth.
Evoke the spectre
In the name of truth
Toll the bell now
Oh! I hear it ring!
Cast the spell.
Oh inspiration
You are the fury in all our veins
Our tongues drip magic
All our words are philosophy.
Shape conviction
Of all the passive ones
Toll the bell now
Oh! I hear it ring!
Cast the spell.
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