Four golden signs, all the elements define Forged in the ministry of fire If all things observed form a straight line and the curve The sun and the moon shaped in desire And the sun it holds dominion as our ruler and our king And the moon shows such devotion to its master So man he must be bound in eternal wondering As he gazes to the heavens for his answer Four golden signs, all the elements combine When all attempts end in disaster Beyond the care of the compass and the pen Into a world beyond hereafter And they showed me all the workings of a world beyond our own Do the angels ask the never-ending questions And through a blackened mirror in a language of their own Orphaniel casts his light and shines his wisdom Four golden signs, Galgaliel defines Forged in the candlelight in darkness Between the worlds of the straight line and the curve The sun and the moon spin on regardless But she of the vulgar eye, only emptiness will see An obscurity and bittersweet despairing Balanced as the cross on the spheres of misery As they swirl around the master of their caring Four golden signs, all the elements define Forged in the ministry of fire No good can emerge can emerge from the straight line and the curve If the sun and the moon shape our desire