THE PROPHECY OF THE TRUE HORN Into darkness will I fade, Into a night that Man has made, But through that gloom shall gleam the Sun When I am lost, and again am won. Release! Release! I call to thee In the New Lands across the sea; Let another, on narrow pathways, come to me. Furthest and Highest, Yet not beyond reach. Choose thou well a path that will teach How the Sunken is raised And Emptiness filled And a wandering heart Can finally be stilled. Seek the Great Stone! Mark it well, with a sign, That the one who shall follow Shall see it is mine, And, seeing, shall ponder and certainly know As the Ancients have writ: "As Above, so Below." And I shall guard the Source of Greatness; Waiting by a teardrop >From neither joy nor sorrow born, In silver bound, beneath the ground, I am the Spiral Horn. --Translated by Michael Green