Blue Oyster Cult - Magna Of Illusion lyrics

Cornwall and the harbor<br>Where witches went mad more than once and<br>Until this day<br>In dreams at least<br>The lighthouse at lost christabel<br>Squat and hugely tilts<br>Upon the strand where grandad's house was built<br>And having stood the test of time<br>The starry gale the bloody tide<br>Grandad's house though gaped with hooks<br>And filled with books<br>Could stand no more until<br>A certain prophecy<br>Once read - now stood<br>Before the world fulfilled<br><br>Now of these books in grandad's keep<br>Some of them were new but mostly they were old<br>And the oldest was a scroll<br>A prophecy that read<br>When the riddle begins<br>The story will end<br><br>August the first 1892<br>And in the guise of destiny<br>Grandad quit cornwall<br>I'm a captain of a ship<br>My ship is charmed, and called plutonia.<br><br>Stories on land, storms at sea<br>'tween 1892 and '93<br>When grandad sailed for mexico<br><br>Ships charmed and ordinary<br>Sailed the glidepath to the sun<br>And when the sun proved false<br>As it always does<br>Some of them would be lost<br>And some would sail back home<br>It was no star<br>But a magna of illusion<br>I mean by that<br>The mirror found<br>In the chamber of jade grown like a seed<br>Deep within the ground<br>The mirror found<br>By one man<br>So on and off again<br>He sailed the europe's rim<br>On and off, off and on<br>Until his time had come<br><br>Through tears and smiles<br>The last domain<br>The rods of broken crystal<br>On and off, and off again<br>Until his time had come<br>Late to the story that had been<br>But early to the riddle not yet begun<br><br>August the first 1893<br>The charmed ship plutonia<br>Sailed like a ray into cornwall<br>And none too soon it seems<br><br>That night the captain's granddaughter<br>Would celebrate her birthday<br>I've come a long way, said the captain<br>From lost christabel this night<br>Accompanied by my dog familiar<br>To blast your rafters with my surprise!<br>Granddaughter, it's a foreign mirror<br>Taken from the jungle by crime!<br><br>Stories on land, storms at sea<br>'tween 1892 and '93<br>When grandad sailed for mexico<br><br>When tables collapse<br>And floors have filled<br>And the party's over, it's all over<br>Sea-dogs and rockers will dwell on doom<br>I've warped the stuff of ground<br>What seems to be is not<br>Behind closed eyes<br>Realize your sight<br>Mine, granddaughter, proves a surprise<br>More light than sun<br>More dark than night then<br>More a snare than lust