From Imperfect Salts Lyrics

the quest for wisdom – arcane knowledge of the dead
the faustian strife – an urge as old as man itself
the price irrelevant – regardless of what it shall take
the avail so valuable – inestimably sumptuous

called up from the essential salts of humans dust

don't call up, any that you cannot put down
ask for the lesser, lest the greater shall not answer
bear in mind that no part must be missing
for the finest results to be had

loathsome and appalling,
too palpably incomplete,
offensively unfinished
is what is raised
from imperfect salts

and from the seeds
of the old
shall one be borne
who shall look back
though knowing not
what he seeks