A

Mystic veil of mystic night
in the shadow of delight
where the spirit of the dark
brings the light a golden lark;
Oh yes the wip and the song
where the swan was wont sing,
where the surging whip well swings
from the space with in the hour
Shines a silent diamond fire
from the fragrents of the dead
through the chant your master said
from deep with in his dungeon
through the glistening of a tear
mirrors break to free the seer
Oh yes my slave do say " A "
So Jack your Master can come in and play.