Lyrics:

For no apparent reason had the women been drawn in
Where rows of dusty books lay in an ominous display
But one ancient leather binding had the grain of human skin
And seized with curiosity, she stole that book away

And now she sat alone in the concealment of the night
Well, she was hungry now to liberate the writings from their cage

The glimmer of a feeble moon provided her with light
As she opened up the cover and began to read the page
Fly, soul, the body's guest
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guided by false confession
The truth shall be your warrant