My song about the formation of the Philospher’s Stone, the ultimate expression of the alchemical Marriage of the Sun and the Moon.

It’s dark at the heart of the labyrinth
Where the Black Swan glides along the Styx.
She seems quite serene and peaceful,
But deep down in the stygian depths,
The blacksmith’s forging irons
Are raging against one another
In her bag of tricks,
The bag of the Creatrix.

It’s dark at the heart of the labyrinth
Where the waters of the Moon boil in the fire of the Sun,
And there’s no peace nor contentment,
Just dissolution, extreme agitation,
Fermentation and putrefaction,
Until the Birth of the Philosopher’s Stone.

You can hear my song here on Soundcloud:

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