I here

I hear the calling

Carry across the landscape



I hear it echo from every city to every village upon the earth

From every rooftop to every mountain

Calling the faithful to find themselves

A fire burning like precious water, the fire that drives me on and on



Through hell I shall reach heaven

I shall not resist the changes before me

View the madness with perspective

(the clock is ticking but time means nothing)

So I ascend to the blinding light

Then plummet to the thickest darkness

(and I always tell myself how splendid is the adventure!)

I can no longer see good or evil

But worship polarity



So do not trust the beggars that expose their poverty of spirit

Bleating