Destara #1
Hedge Wizard #1
Zorak Zoran #1

Like a bright rainbow, I will promise you
Like a flickering flame, I'll play for you
Like a morning dew, I'll wake you slow
Like the grass in spring, I will quickly grow
And come what may, I will never go away
For I am the Spirit of the Quest so true
I am the Quest you were born to.

Like a shining star, I will show the way
Like a bolt of fire, I'll defend you
Like the deep blue sea, I'll carry you away
Like the darkest cave, I will hide you
And come what may, I will never go away
For I am the Spirit of the Quest so true
I am the Quest you were born to.

Seeker walks in forest dark,
To find a grove built by lark,
Find the waters of life, do drink,
Quaff transforms, dedicant does think,
A vigil sat through night to see,
Rise a priest to the Mother be,
In all, the circle are we bound,
Neither end or start can be found,
For the Mother has made the law as such,
Her love for all is that much,
Hallowed grove of sacred oak,
To the fire a lone druid does stoke,
The gate to realm of the Tree,
You can find in the heart of thee,
Seeker walks in forest dark,
To find a grove built by lark,
And leaves this world with Mother's mark.

On the Tigris and on the Euphrates. I see a triangle, smell fire, taste sulfur
The east is getting ready to explode into a fiery wasteland…Armageddon?
I don’t know but the strangeness, death dealers, on the ether waves are revolving

I see the night turn to night flashing in green the bombs went off from the north
Someone set the table with poisoned wine and blood soaked bread crumbs
I see a trap sprung on the west and someone pushed the button for wormwood

Wormwood that holy star of the cosmic night of sorrows and black light reversed
Wormwood the incomprehensible dealer of martyrdom and hellish times
And again a time of cold surrounds the earth where only a third survive to be plucked

By the bystanding angels of the universal God and his minions of sailors
Taylor’s of the world’s history and defenders of the faith and the green earth
Still come if you will I am here and ready with my small part of the rubble

There are night dreams coming to the kings of the east a warning from heaven
There will be signs to mighty to ignore, the lord of all is on his way from center
Awake you knights of the temple the call is being sounded hear the trumpets.

Who an I? I am the voice of a thousand confusions and a million lost souls
Who will never get the chance to screw up again cause nothing is there anymore
Somebody call Little Richard I need a shot of rhythm and blues. Get my caddy ready…

And as I disappear like Alice’s Cat in a dream someone may be dreaming tonight
All that’s left of me is drifting off to nervona or heaven or anywhere but here
And I dream of the clean ice cold winter with winds thundering around the globe.