The sage, so wise, upon his throne
Contemplating, alone, in his gloom
His guise a vision serene
He is what you aspire to be
No loss of self-control
He is one step above us all
Beyond notions of passion, of want, of life, and of death
However can this be?
So far you've seen no answers
You've all but spent your life in shackles
While searching for the truth
You only feed delusions
The musings of some strength forgotten
So use your mind when your vision's failing
Indulge in part of an illusion sublime, sageling
So use your mind when your heart is ailing
Forget each part of you that dies, sageling
A vision, a dream, one of purity
Of serenity, or of folly
You're draped in the vestments of dignity
To embrace the blessing of apathy
Disimpassioned your mind is set free
Yet you consider the cost of failure
Will its promise, so peaceful, no longer suffice?
Will you pry open the gates of the sages?
The fear, no longer, of the woes of the world in your eyes
So use your mind when your vision's failing
Indulge in part of an illusion sublime, sageling
So use your mind when your heart is ailing
Forget each part of you that dies in disguise, sageling
Dies in disguise, sageling