With apologies to Elder Jeff de Beck...


She's everywhere you least expect her... twigs in her hat...
She's a Secret Santa kind of Healer... tricky to catch
Dreaming her own sweet dreaming, happy with that
Crafting her dreams about her, making market chat

And it's high, no, Gengel's flying, so she's kinda low, and maybe
You'll miss her passing by-ing
Then the loss is yours, 'cos she's one of us

She’s a very special lady… footloose, fancy-free
Spirit of a secret nature, she’s a wild mystery
Never take her mood for granted, you’ll lose your teeth
So take her as she lets you find her, then she’ll set your soul free

And it's high, no, Gengel's flying, so she's kinda low, and maybe
You'll miss her passing by-ing
Then the loss is yours, 'cos she's one of us

And it's high, no, Gengel's flying, so she's kinda low, and maybe
You'll miss her passing by-ing
Then the loss is yours, 'cos she's one of us

And it's high, no, Gengel's flying, so she's kinda low, and maybe
You'll miss her passing by-ing
Then the loss is yours, 'cos she's one of us

And it's high, no, Gengel's flying, so she's kinda low, and maybe
You'll miss her passing by-ing
Then the loss is yours, 'cos she's one of us


Sephiranoth, called by some ShadowSeeker
Nobody and Nothing ever, save the Five do Feast
A Fool that walks mong the Wise