The Straight Line and the Curve

Four golden signs, all the elements define
Forged in the ministry of fire
If all things observed form the 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 pear
To a world beyond hereafter
And they showed me all the workings of a world beyond our own
To the angels ask the never ending questions
And through a blackened mirror in a language of error
Ophaniel casts his light and shines his wisdom
Four golden signs, Galgaliol defines
Forged in the candlelight and darkness
Between the world of the straight line and the curve
The sun and the moon spin on regardless
But here the vulgar eye only emptiness will see
An obscurity in bitter sweet 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 from the straight line and the curve
If the sun and the moon shape our desire