How wise these gentle shepherds of souls must be
To gnaw such scholars to the core
Greater than any Alexandria, if we could usurp the almighty
What knowledge to use to wage this holy war
Oh, messengers of the departed, dearly pass on
Knowledge and spirits as well
Look into the light, so that the cycle moves onward, time is gone
As our the books, empty bindings on the shelf, like hell
Again, the words are missing, where did they go?
Father, mother, gone to the flame
Knowledge pursuit in desperate flow
Consume each line, lettered, fettered with blame
Another book, another tome, another hallway wings will roam
Flitter, flit, and flick each page
Such records read, soon consumed, and laid in loam
Oh, the flame should fill all with rage
Red and bright, oh, burning light
Where gentle souls seek out to chase
Pass on, you weary readers, into the night
Sleep, oh, dream, of distant lands and lives to soon embrace