Watch my hands
And the power they possess
To heal the weak
With a touch of godliness
Enter the circle
My secret shrine
And you will feel
The force of the divine
The power that flows through my hands
Bears witness of arcane commands
Celestial currents devise
To bring the miracle before our eyes
I do the will
Of ancient deities
Who surround us
But none of us sees
Clean the air
Await the power surge
Hark to me
I am the thaumaturge
The power that flows through my hands
Bears witness of arcane commands
Celestial currents devise
To bring the miracle before our eyes
I am the myth – the one of which you’ve heard
Unseen wonders evoked by sacred words
Through this rift – a power will emerge
To aid the hands of the Thaumaturge