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