Oh instrument of God force -

Fed on ignorance and lies,

So blind and narrow-minded

That you cannot compromise.

Even the most foolish theif

Should know what he is taking -

Lest he find himself within a

Cage of his own making.

The Ways of Wyrd are many and

Our path you must decide,

For the secrets that you seek

Are all around you-

Use your eyes.

The threads cannot be broken

That have brought you here to me -

And bind two foes together

Like the best of enemies.



You gaze upon me -

I can tell what you see,

A simple man -

With simple thoughts andSimple needs.

Superstition -

Preying on a mind filled with fear,

Opposition-

To all your 'enlightened' ideas.

Yet I will show you more than

You can comprehend,

Beware delusion is a

Dangerous friend.



Ask loaded questions seeking

Knowledge of a faith that

You wish to pervert -

All our values,

With hidden meanings

You try concealing your

Underlying wish to convert -

'heathen' souls,



To a faith that will doubtless

Send our Gods to the grave -

Mistake you're making overlooking

The fact that we might not want

To be 'saved'.



THE SORCERERS CREED:

Fear is an old friend of mine,

We have met many times before.

(Drawn to these spirits like

Moths to a flame-

When there is no risk then

There can be no gain).

Death is a harsh fact of life

You cannot avoid or ignore.



The Life-force is as strong in

You as it is strong in me,

The difference is what you



Hold captive I set free.

You seek to subjugate allThose who won't comply,

I'll take your prejudice and

Pride and show you why -

The valu