Pure coals of mystic fire
Golden universals shine
Revelation, intuitive beauty
Censors of fine tried incense
Poets of the immortal soul
Towers line streets of search
Prayer is the relevance of trials
Cellos, strings, royal purple sky
The high cymbols crash
Let the flutes exalt the light
Embroidered blue dreams
Revere every smile you see
Tears of angry red Egypt
Grasp and clasp the promise
Only for awhile this mortal coil
Vague sight cannot defeat hope
Rest in words above the clouds
Desert dwellers move their tents
Journey with the stars of destiny
Children of the kingdom hear
Kings of the east are marching
Everything is being sifted, weighed
Foundations are shaking
Pure coals from heavens altar
Remember Lot's wife, don't look back!