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I was a pilgrim in early life |
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I traveled at night |
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Bound for |
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Jordan just ten miles north |
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Of a civil war |
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Immersed in mercy in holy flood |
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That mingled with blood |
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My sextant headed for homebound lands |
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Through twilight sands |
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But I grew weary and too far-gone |
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To carry on |
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At first my home and my empire soon |
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Would there assume |
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I'm watching my kingdom tumbling down |
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You're flooding my refuge underground |
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My kingdom for angels, mighty surround |
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To take me away from here |
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A sea of sand came through fiery pass |
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A sea of glass |
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An ivory fortress and turret's stell |
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Would swift reveal |
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The gods of beast and of sun and sky |
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With banners high |
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Were worshipped in their six temple's fold |
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Of desert gold |
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In summer's sting, as the sages say |
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The sand gave way |
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My empire capsized at vanity's cost |
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And all were lost |
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I'm watching my kingdom crumble and fall |
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You're building |
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Your kingdom over all |
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I'm cursing my wisdom while the angels |
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I call To take me away, to take me away from here |
