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 chance.

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.