Rupert, pass me that key – its old, this key, so cold and rusty,
Into the hole, i see before me, i glance through, I see parts of a mysterious glory.
have you seen the side that hides,
from me and you and all the world too?
in depths of darkness the mystery resides, in mountains and in caves the suspence decides…
a whisper behind the portal waves,these words for ever mispraise…
how will they come to know me, this man whos mind is so noteworthy?
my lord, this god, I see before me, can they understand?
Understand my lord, this tired man, my soul is weak – has this lock a tingle rang?
have you seen the side that hides, from me and you and all the world too?