Open Book In A Dead Language - Phantom, Phantom/Ghost

I wish you a small house by the river

Close to the open sea

Dreamboats at the shore deliver

Tomorrow’s troops to march with thee

And all the world would share your values

No crusades necessary

And though your army cheered at you

You’d release them to walk free

But look what you have become

An open tuning without song

A corpse without a casket

The spoiled apple in the basket

Look what you have become

By decision disadvantaged

With habits hard to manage

An open book in a dead language

I wish you disciples smart and strong

Who never cut you loose

I want your mornings full of light

Your lovers to be true

I want your evenings to be sweet

Someone within the reach of your arms

The animals are all asleep

The light dissolves and it is warm

But look what you have become

A rice corn without a chessboard

A great mind in a horde

That does not wish to be taught

But look what you have become

Your habits hard to manage

Neither sculpture nor assemblage

An open book in a dead language