Spectre Of
1. Of energy born,
Immortal we are.
On mortal soil
Confined until children
No more, and into One
Many lives have gone.
2. As men and women
We toil on earthly soil.
In reality, we grow
A soul; who must hold
All the power in the Universe
And never let go.
3. The secret is not
The power to be got.
Ours is the power by birth.
We, of immortal creed,
Spend an eternity, to the none
Use of power learn.
4. Only when, that lesson
We have learned.
May we, to our rightful
Place in the Universe return