pilgrimage       has begun       through the passage       let us come       in your image       triumph come          (let your light shine down)          ascending       dark and dire       never ending       flood and fire       tempest burning       raging pyre          (let your light shine down)          sphere of our sorrow       hangs over sea and land       near where tomorrow's       shadow is cast in the sand          gold burning fire       mother of earth and sky       old hanging spire       poised and waiting on high       to thee we cry:          invocation       spirits rise up, come forth, reach out and fly       into the light       awaken and breath life, reveal to unto me       immortal soul       from the eternal deep, bring your light unto       eternity       from this deliver us, give us release          circle of fire       protector of the crown, you are the seer       undying sphere       expel all darkness down, exile all fear       more red than blood       forged in the temple of the Nephilim       oh rising sun       your burning blades of fire, your spears of light       blossoming white       oh monarch of the sky, to thee we cry!