Refine!

The knowledge you possess

will wither should you not

refine it into purer drops

of purest wisdom.

Refine!

A song is only noise

to those who can not listen,

to those who do not know

the language of the soul.

Refine!

Remove impurity.

Abolish lack of certainty.

Resolve these inconsistencies.

Produce the Rafinat.

Distill!

A stronger brew is boiling.

Waters of the Olden days

Mixed with Mirthful potions

Of colours strange, so light.

Distill!

Reagents are added

As temperatures increase.

Spiritus and soul are merged

Empowering the Mind.

Distill!

Cosmos and Chaos both

Steam up and mix in Aether

Catch these furtive gases,

Produce the Destillat.



Finish!

Changes, changes, changes

Are working still in drink.

Bottled, sure, but moving,

Sing, o’ brewer, sing!

Finish!

Apply with firm hands

Cork from finest Almond.

As within, so without.

Flowery patterns emerge.

Finish!

Hold high your glasses,

Your vessels for the Krim.

Yes, he is there, In The Spirit!

Consume the Finisat.

- Rau Cartuar