Salutations, M'Lady!

[Verse 1] Hatred’s tongue doth speak in envy and in woe, ’Tis not alone this selfsame bitter draught; Six and thirty years since the Great Seal’s ebb and flow, For thus a man’s own honor by his ill is caught. [Chorus] I hear the strife that must needs depart and flee, Six sacred heralds of the prophets’ ancient lore; Beneath the snowy mantle of most cunning sophistry, The Alchemist’s Rose doth bloom forevermore. [Verse 2] They who behold the vast and brine-deep sea, Possess their lives in durance, world without end; Dico augue no mea, At discere sensibus quo. [Chorus] I hear the strife that must needs depart and flee, Six sacred heralds of the prophets’ ancient lore; Beneath the snowy mantle of most cunning sophistry, The Alchemist’s Rose doth bloom forevermore. [Verse 3] The Chart doth speak of prophets high, Who come to set the captive free; From Temple walls where tyrants lie, And forge their laws of treachery. [Bridge] Deliverance from this mortal state, Where pelf and silver reign as king; Six and thirty seals the Fate, That opes the gate to everything. [Chorus] I hear the strife that must needs depart and flee, Six sacred heralds of the prophets’ ancient lore; Beneath the snowy mantle of most cunning sophistry, The Alchemist’s Rose doth bloom forevermore.